Kickin’ and a Gougin’ in the Mud and the Blood and the Beer; Or, Real Tales of Reality Fighting
by Adam Park The smell of stale cigarette smoke hung low and dense as I walked through the heavily tented doors. The lighting was dim and poor. The sun stopped at the doorway. It took some effort for my eyes to adjust. Flashing neon. The unnatural greenish hue of florescent bulbs hanging overhead. Ostentatious carpets,…