How did I get into boxing? Hell, I didn’t want it. Didn’t plan it. But life wasn’t ‘zactly preem for me, so I took whatever I got. Couple of years ago I was taking gigs with some runner outta Coastview. What a team we were! Her brain and my fists — and we were never picky about jobs. We’d do it all and the fixers f*ckin’ loved us. Right up until we crossed the wrong guy. Client wanted something from someone under protection from the Animals. So a ‘there will be consequences’ typa thing. Fixer messaged us and poofed. Straight up ghosted. Then a few bouncers showed up — huge dudes, all asking who ‘the brain’ was. Couldn’t let the runner girl take the punches and turn into a pile of jam, so I volunteered myself. Turns out, if you win the fight, you don’t get punched. And if you take out enough angry bouncers, you get to start punching for the Animals. Pretty sweet deal for someone like me. How’d things end up for the runner girl? Well, she always said she wanted to live fancy on some Greek Island… I hope that’s where she’s at. Least, I hope she got the chance to try.