“Clearly this guy hasn’t been in a fight over the age of thirty,” Knox said conversationally to his brother. “You gotta warm up,” Nash instructed, dropping into a squat. Knox rolled his neck again and started performing shoulder circles. “What happened to the days of sucker punching some unsuspecting asshole in a bar?” I asked. “Throw a punch and pull a muscle in your back so bad you can’t wipe your own ass, then we’ll talk,” Nash advised, circling his arms backward, then forward.
As an almost 30 year old, i relate to this more than i care to admit.
