Letters from the Hospital: Night One

They keep the lights low in here at night. Funny — I spent twenty years chasing the brightest lights in the building and now I am learning to fight in the dark. But here is the thing about the dark: that is where you find out what a man is really made of.

I am made of Paper City concrete and Bubba the Love Sponge phone calls at 3am and every fan who ever chanted my name. So light them low. I have wrestled in worse.

Round one is mine. See you at the next update. — Joe