When I started boxing, I knew I would get Traumatic Brain Injury, and yes; I have it, I can’t remember anything. When I started businesses, and college, I knew relationships were out of the question; I am not in one nor plan to be; it’s hook up (no Netflix and no chill) and release back into the wild. When I joined the military at 17, I knew my youth would be spent in Uniform until I was 32 it was and I picked up a bunch of new injuries and ailments which making living with me less pleasant than being locked in a phone booth with drill sergeant on 4th of July…(I can be a dick)…welcome to masculinity. Choices have consequences, and it’s not societies role to nurse you boo boo, or find you a husband because your big shoulders and huge balls are scaring away future suitors :) (happens to me all the time).
The Dark History of Hugo Boss
The company’s founder and owner, Hugo Ferdinand Boss, manufactured uniforms for several Nazi institutions, such as the Hitler Youth and the ruthless criminal (SS),…