Disregarding the current topic of discussion for multiple reasons. I have spent the last several nights getting through work in silence, though I continue to wallow in regret over my behavior post-event at Fight Night.¹ Yes, I had fun. Yes, I still let out a hearty but restrained chuckle when I read certain messages from that night again, but that does not mean I will not always be ashamed of how I was acting. I find myself uncertain still as to whether I should attend the next fight night if I am so unable to help myself from losing my composure the moment I have a single sip² of something that I begin screaming at the top of my airsacks at the people in the ring, despite barely being conscious enough to recognize who they even are. ¹ #fightnight ² #substance



