And I didn’t regret it. I didn’t care what other people thought about me. At least until it had come back to bite me on the ass. But it was too late now. All I had left was to own it. And I did. I had shoved some speed skater dickwad once for grabbing my ass, and I was the bad guy. I had called one of my rink mate’s mom a whore once after she’d made a comment about my mom having to be great at blow jobs for having a husband twenty years younger than her, but I was the rude asshole. I was difficult because I gave a shit. But how the hell could I not give one when this sport was what I woke up
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