Post by Optimisn on Apr 12, 2016 22:08:56 GMT -6
Balls, I hope it isn't true. I don't blame our relationship starting in confrontational fashion on you. I would have punched me that night. If I were you, possibly lit me on fire. But we formed a bond over that bar menu.
You knew you weren't booked on that show, and I didn't care. You were/are Balls Fucking Mahoney. You deserved respect at that show. Not left alone at a table like a dying dog. While chain wrestling waved goodbye to you early in the career, you carved out a section few were ready to do.
Drop In: Hey, Balls? Balls Mahoney, right?
Balls: No.
Drop In: Are you sure? Kind of have a look man. You're either Balls or going for the look.
Balls:
Drop In: It's cool man. Hey, regardless, can I get you a beer? Doesn't matter.
Balls: I don't drink anymore.
Drop In: Cool. Cool cool. Understood. Good for you man. Life good?
Balls:
Drop In: Tell you what. I was thinking about getting some fucking food. Want an app or something? I don't know? (Glances over menu) Fucking cheese sticks? What do you think?
Balls: (Starts nodding like a five-year-old)
Drop In: Done
We had a decent conversation. When you broke through the tough skin (Balls, not the Mozzarella Sticks) he was opening up like I was Barbara Walters. At that point, I wished I was more sober. I heard alot, but wanted to remember everything. He was the kid in the corner that wanted to tell everyone what was going on in his mind. I wanted to ask why he was really there, and where he saw himself on the show. If he was looking for a handout, or if he saw his future. I did. I was hammered, so we went into it a bit. But I legitimately thought if I went too much further, he would put a cheese stick in my eye. The majority of our conversation ended up being the AAW show, and the quality of the sticks.
"I come back in the room after smoking (redacted) with (redacted), and find you and Balls Mahoney sharing a plate of cheese sticks. I knew the night would never be forgotten." -(Paraphrased) Bob Loblaw
Thank you Balls. You will not be forgotten, and my actions that night will lead to many similar occasions.
-Drop In
You knew you weren't booked on that show, and I didn't care. You were/are Balls Fucking Mahoney. You deserved respect at that show. Not left alone at a table like a dying dog. While chain wrestling waved goodbye to you early in the career, you carved out a section few were ready to do.
Drop In: Hey, Balls? Balls Mahoney, right?
Balls: No.
Drop In: Are you sure? Kind of have a look man. You're either Balls or going for the look.
Balls:
Drop In: It's cool man. Hey, regardless, can I get you a beer? Doesn't matter.
Balls: I don't drink anymore.
Drop In: Cool. Cool cool. Understood. Good for you man. Life good?
Balls:
Drop In: Tell you what. I was thinking about getting some fucking food. Want an app or something? I don't know? (Glances over menu) Fucking cheese sticks? What do you think?
Balls: (Starts nodding like a five-year-old)
Drop In: Done
We had a decent conversation. When you broke through the tough skin (Balls, not the Mozzarella Sticks) he was opening up like I was Barbara Walters. At that point, I wished I was more sober. I heard alot, but wanted to remember everything. He was the kid in the corner that wanted to tell everyone what was going on in his mind. I wanted to ask why he was really there, and where he saw himself on the show. If he was looking for a handout, or if he saw his future. I did. I was hammered, so we went into it a bit. But I legitimately thought if I went too much further, he would put a cheese stick in my eye. The majority of our conversation ended up being the AAW show, and the quality of the sticks.
"I come back in the room after smoking (redacted) with (redacted), and find you and Balls Mahoney sharing a plate of cheese sticks. I knew the night would never be forgotten." -(Paraphrased) Bob Loblaw
Thank you Balls. You will not be forgotten, and my actions that night will lead to many similar occasions.
-Drop In
