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Submitted by Hustle on Thursday, August 21, 2008 at 5:57 AM EST
 Good lookin out for the graphics work, Noc Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to yet another edition of "Hustle Is Posting Right Now", where my clique and I are one nation, under a groove, getting down just for the funk of it. As I said, this is HIPRN, and I am your host with the most (free time).. the man who is teaching wrestling fans from all across teh intarwebz how to have swagger.. ya boy, Hustle. How's everybody doing out there? I hope life is giving you what you desire out of it. We've got a lot to get to, and not a lot of time to do it in, so without further adieu, let's get it poppin like zits on prom night (yuckpoo). Shall I proceed? (Yes, indeed.) Less dew eet!! Maybe you're the middle child, lost between the praises of the oldest child and the fawning over the youngest child. Maybe you're too small to be chosen in sporting activities, whether they be for school or just for fun. Whatever it is, chances are, every one of you reading this right now knows what its like to feel invisible. It's a tough spot to be in, without a doubt. Some people sit back and let themselves fade even further into the background, while some people try everything they can think of to stand out (sometimes to disastrous results that only make things worse). I hate the feeling of being invisible, but there are times that I can't seem to avoid it, no matter how careful I try to be. I wanted to tell a personal story here, but I figured that I've done the personal route a few times already, so instead, I'm going in an entirely different direction. Enjoy. Monday, February 10th - I signed up for wrestling school today. Classes start in a week, but I spent a few hours at the gym, working out and talking to the instructor. He's a big deal locally, but he never did make it big in the business. It was probably due to his lack of size, more than anything, I'm assuming. It doesn't matter much to me, though... I've watched and studied his tapes, and I know that he's more than capable of teaching me what I want and need to know. I've heard that he's a total hardass when it comes to teaching, but that's fine with me. This is my dream, and nothing's going to prevent me from making it come true. Thursday, February 13th - Went and did a little shopping today. Picked up a new pair of wrestling boots and some workout clothes. The boots I had were a little on the older side, and I figured that if I was gonna do this for real, I had to act like a real wrestler and stop using boots that I first got when I was a freshman in high school. I'm really excited about starting school on Monday. Told Christine about it today. She's always telling me that I should find something more "realistic" to do with my life, but I think its just her venting about being told that she was too "healthy" to be a model like she wanted to be. I guess I can't hate on her for trying to protect my feelings like that, but I wish she'd try to be more supportive of me, at the very least. Oh well... maybe I'll just use it as further motivation. Sunday, February 16th - I can't sleep. Its 11:58pm right now, and I have my very first day of wrestling school starting at the ass crack of dawn, but I'm too excited to sleep. I'm too nervous to sleep. I'm too scared to sleep. I just want 6:45am to be here already. I want to be in the gym with my fellow students. I want to begin my quest already. I don't think a horse tranquilizer could put me to sleep right now. Maybe I'll just work out a bit or something and try to release some steam. Monday, February 17th - Here I am, only an hour or so away from my very first day of wrestling school. Kevin is gonna be here soon to pick me up and take me to the gym. I'm literally shaking right now, I'm so pumped up. I could only eat a few bites of breakfast, but I'm sure I'll be fine as the day goes by. This is it.. the day that I become what I've wanted to become since I was 4 years old. WWE, here I come... lol. Ok, maybe I won't get THAT far ahead of myself, but before long, everyone's gonna know my name. I can't take this any longer... I'm gonna wait for Kevin out on the porch. I'll be back later to talk about my day. Monday, February 17th - I have never been so physically exhausted in my entire life. I'm not exactly Mr Olympia or anything, but I've always been in pretty good shape, what with playing soccer and running track since I was a kid, but holy shit, today was a workout like nothing I've ever gone through in my life! As soon as 6:45am rolled around, Coach (he asked us to refer to him as Coach from now on) made us head outside and go for a run. We had to run to the courthouse and back. That's 5 miles in each direction at damn near 7am in 14 degree weather! When we got back, we pretty much went straight into the ring to warm up and stretch. We didn't even really have much time to come down from the run itself. Let me just get this out of the way now... I HATE doing Hindu Squats! They're brutal to begin with, and with the medicine balls that Coach had us using, they were just that much worse. My knees are still killing me. We practiced running the ropes, taking flat-back bumps, did more Hindu Squats, and went for another long run... and that was all before lunch! Today was, by far, the single longest day of my entire life. A part of me is glad that it's all over with, but another part of me can't wait to do it again tomorrow. Wednesday, March 5th - It's been a little while since I've written anything here. I've just been so busy with my training and all that. We've already had 4 people quit. From the very beginning, you could pretty much see that those guys weren't going to make it far, as they weren't taking things as seriously as they should have. People see wrestling on TV and think that, as long as you're in shape, you can do what the wrestlers do, and when they show up to wrestling school with that mentality, they're hit hard with a reality check almost immediately. Christine is upset with me. She's mad because I come home sore and tired, and I'm not in the mood for things, whether it be going out to the movies or... other... things. Like I said before, I just wish she'd be more supportive of me. She knows how much this means to me. She knew that even before we got together. I just don't understand what the hell she wants me to do sometimes. Friday, March 14th - Got my very first wrestling-related injury today, but it wasn't anything major, thankfully. Just a bit of a pulled quad. It's enough of a problem that I was given the weekend off, but not enough of a problem to really set me back or anything. I'll just have to put in extra work once I get back to the gym on Monday. Mom's a bit worried about me, but I guess that's her job. She heard I was injured and freaked out as if I had broken my neck or something. I keep trying to tell her its just a pulled muscle, but she won't have any of it. She wants me to slow down a bit. Just another person who doesn't "get it". Nobody listens to me. Nobody understands me. This isn't just something I decided to do for fun. This is my dream. This is something I've wanted for almost 20 years now. This isn't a joke to me, and I wish that others wouldn't see it as somewhat of a joke, either. Monday, March 17th - Got to get back into the ring today, and Coach was on me all day about how much of a pussy I am for missing time due to a pulled muscle. He went on about how, if I really want to be a wrestler, I'm going to have to wrestle through injuries much worse than the one I just experienced. It was really eye-opening for me. At first, I was a little mad due to being picked on, but I saw what Coach was trying to do, and I do appreciate that. Gotta go... taking Christine out for St Patty's Day. First time we've gone out together since I started training, so she's excited. Saturday, April 5th - Apologies for another long break between entries, but we've just been so fucking busy at the gym. We're actually wrestling each other now instead of just working out and going through drills. My first match was the other day against this really scrawny guy named Lorenzo. He's got a lot of heart, though, and he could probably be a decent cruiserweight if he puts on a good 10-15 pounds. He's already got the athleticism, that's for sure. He and I were scheduled for a 5-minute match, and Coach picked me to win. I actually thought we did a decent job. Nothing great, but decent, all things considered. Coach didn't think so, though, and he made us do the match all over again. And again. And again. And again. We wrestled the exact same match 16 times in a row. Literally... 16 times in a row. I was about ready to pass out once we were finished, and I can only imagine how Lorenzo felt. Afterwards, Coach pulled everyone aside and said that a local promoter was coming by to watch us all wrestle this week, and if he liked what he saw, he was going to book some of us on one of his upcoming shows. Sure, it would be as "enhancement talent" to put over his own guys, but I could be a week or two away from my very first actual match! I'm excited as hell, and the pain and exhaustion I've been feeling is the furthest thing from my mind. Wish me luck, I guess... lol. Monday, April 7th - Today was the first day of matches that I mentioned in my last entry. The promoter, Kevin King, is a nice guy. He's pretty quiet and reserved, but a nice guy nonetheless. He didn't seem very excited after watching the first couple of matches, but he seemed to enjoy my match. I had a match with a guy named Corey who used to play rugby in New Zealand. He's a stocky guy, but he's surprisingly quick and agile for his size and frame. I tried to work in an extra chinlock or two, just so that I could sneak looks at Coach and Mr King to see what they were thinking, and like I said, Mr King seemed to enjoy the work, nodding in approval a few times. Hopefully things are looking up for me. Thursday, April 10th - I got the official word today... next weekend will mark my debut as a pro wrestler! Mr King pulled me to the side and said that he wants me to do the job for his promotion's Hardcore Champion, Fury. I'll be taking home a whopping $25 for the show, but that's not what matters to me. I'd gladly PAY $25 for this opportunity. Christine wasn't as thrilled with the entire payment thing, but that's to be expected, really. She doesn't think its worth risking my health for a half-tank's worth of gas, but once again, she just doesn't understand what this means to me. Thursday, April 17th - I think it's probably just nerves, but my stomach feels like there's a NASCAR race taking place inside it. Tomorrow's my big debut. I heard they've sold about 200 tickets for the show. I know what my role is going to be, so the crowd shouldn't bother me. Fuck, I think I need to take some Pepto. I'll write later if I still can't get any rest. Friday, April 18th - Well, I did it, and I'm still alive, so that's gotta count for something, right? Numbers-wise, things were a bit disappointing all across the board, but that's not a big deal. The attendance was announced as being 114 people, I lost my match in under a minute, and my pay was only $15 due to the lack of numbers at the gate. I was just happy to be in front of people and doing what I've always dreamed of doing, albeit for like 45 seconds... lol. There's another show tomorrow night, but I haven't been informed of who I'm wrestling yet. It was said that I'd be able to showcase myself a bit more than I did tonight, which I'm pumped about. Now I gotta wait for Christine to come home from work so I can lie to her about how much I got paid... lol. Yeah, she missed my big debut. That's alright. She would've just said that I fought so hard only to get my ass kicked, anyway, so it's probably best that she missed it. Wednesday, April 23rd - My second match didn't exactly turn out the way I wanted it to. During the match, I took an Irish Whip into the guardrail and wound up hurting my back. I kept wrestling, and towards the end of the match, I took a Powerbomb and landed wrong on my back. I thought I was paralyzed for a few seconds, as I couldn't move whatsoever. I got pinned, and before the count of 3, I was able to move my fingers and toes again, but I was still in terrible shape. I had some Referees help me out of the ring and to the back, where I collapsed in pain. I had to be taken to the emergency room, where it was revealed I was having bad muscle spasms in my lower back. After running some tests to make sure I wouldn't need to stay overnight, I was prescribed some Carisoprodol, and Christine took me home. This Carisoprodol works like a fucking charm, I'll say that much right now. I'll be in agonizing pain and take some of it, and within 20 minutes or so, I'll be numb enough to not feel anything for a few hours. Needless to say, however, Coach isn't very happy that I'm missing even more time with yet another injury. He seems to understand this one a bit more, though, which is good, although I'm sure I'll have to bust my ass even more at the gym once the doctors say I'm ready to go back. Should be another few days, so I'm told. We shall see. Monday, May 5th - I know I probably shouldn't have, but after talking to one of the guys I train with, I got an extra supply of Carisoprodol, even though I'm not having the spasms anymore. I just felt it would be a good thing to have around for those random bumps, bruises, and aches that I'll be experiencing in training and after actual matches. Speaking of actual matches, we're getting "gigs" again. Mr King came by and picked a few of us to work for him later this month, and we had another promoter, John Lawson, come in and request us for this weekend and a show that he's putting on. Should be fun. Maybe I might even get to win a match this time. I'll keep my fingers crossed. Tuesday, September 16th - Honestly, I expected things to work out a little quicker than they have to this point. I mean, I know that I've only been wrestling for a few months, but it feels like I'm just running in place. I had another match last night, and the announced crowd was 83 people. That was probably counting the wrestlers, because there's no way that 83 fans were in attendance. Because of that, I made a whopping $8 for my match. I don't know how much more of that Christine is going to sit around for. We fight all the time now, it seems. It isn't even little fights like it was before. We really get at each other's throats these days. Sometimes I'll just lock myself in the room and take some Carisoprodol.. fuck it, I'm tired of writing that entire name out each time, so I'll just refer to it by its street name... I'll lock myself in the room and take some Soma, just so I can zone out for a while and not have to deal with her bullshit. I'm just getting sick of it already. Tuesday, September 23rd - Christine just broke up with me. She went and packed all her shit and left. I don't need her fucking negativity in my life anymore, anyway. Good fucking riddance. I'll show her how big of a fucking mistake she just made. Saturday, October 18th - I've been a pro wrestler for a good 8 months now, and I can't seem to escape these shows in front of only a handful of fans for not a lot of money. Hell, in some cases, it's for no money at all. This isn't as glamourous as I hoped it would be, but I can't just walk away and admit to myself, and to everyone else, that this was a failure in my life. I continue waking up with aches and pains, feeling like a 90-year-old man sometimes, but its nothing that some Soma won't take care of. I'm just asking for a chance to advance in the world. That's all. Fuck. Sunday, November 2nd - My luck may finally be getting a bit better. I got an e-mail today from Gabe Sapolsky, booker for Ring Of Honor and their "sister promotion", Full Impact Pro. He wants me to come in for a couple matches with FIP, and if all goes well, maybe I can earn myself a regular spot in FIP with the possibility of making appearances for RoH from time to time. RoH is the 3rd biggest promotion in this country, so that's awesome news. Mr Sapolsky said that he'd be getting back in touch with me in a few days to go over some things and finalize the deal. It took nearly 9 months, but things may finally be working out for me. Tuesday, November 4th - That was an embarrassing night, and it was one that may have consequences for me down the line. I went out last night with a few friends to celebrate the discussions with FIP. After going through some Soma to get myself "feeling good", we hit up a couple bars and ended up getting pretty fucking wasted. Soma and alcohol isn't a very good mixture of things, and I became quite belligerent at one point, getting into a fight with a guy at the 2nd bar we were at. The cops showed up, and long story short, I spent some time in jail. Shit is crazy right now. My mom is pissed at me, and I can't really say that I blame her. I need some sleep. It has been too long of a night. Thursday, November 6th - I got another e-mail from Mr Sapolsky today, only it wasn't to finalize any sort of arrangements. He just wrote me to tell me that they decided to go in a different direction instead, and that they were looking for someone a little "bigger" this time. Fuck that! I know it had to do with my arrest the other night, but he's just not man enough to say it to me. So fucking close to making something happen, and I fuck it up for myself. I don't know what the fuck to do. Goddamnit. Saturday, November 22nd - After hearing my story about FIP, this guy I work out with suggested something that I should take to help myself get a little bigger so that maybe my opportunities don't become wasted in the future. He gave me the number for a friend of his, and after talking to the guy, I wound up with a nice supply of Dianabol, which I found out is hard to find in this country, even on the black market. Fuck the bullshit... if people really do want me to get bigger before they'll start bringing me in to work in better companies, then that's exactly what I'll do. I just need to get out of this fucking hamster wheel that's spinning in place. I kinda sorta feel like I'm slowly wasting away to nothing. I hate feeling this way, but there's just so much bullshit out there that I have to deal with, and it's frustrating. Sunday, December 21st - Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas to me. Santa was good to me this year, as the Dianabol is working like a charm so far. I've put on about 9 pounds thus far, and there's an obvious muscle mass change. Because I spend all my time in the gym, one way or another, anyway, nobody really suspects that anything is up. They just keep complimenting me on everything. We'll see if people like Mr Sapolsky pass me over now. I'm twice the fucking wrestler that a lot of these idiots are, and they still get booked places while I'm here sitting on my fucking thumbs! Kiss my ass, wrestling world. You'll know who the fuck I am soon enough. Friday, January 2nd - It's a new year, and hopefully it's also a new start for me. I've sent a video or two out to different promoters, and I've also hit up a few more promoters by e-mail, trying to get myself out there. I should get some sort of responses within the next few days, which is good. I'm tired of having to eat ramen noodles and tuna straight out of a can. This money situation is kicking my ass. I gotta get out there as much as I can, hope to do as many shows as I can, and just get things going for me. Monday, January 5th - Problem solved? I heard back from 2 different promoters over the weekend, and I've been booked in both promotions. One of them is going to give me my biggest payday yet... I'll be getting $200 to take part in a "main event" storyline for his company. I'm going to be some sort of "hired gun" for a heel manager as he tries to take out the face champion. I get to attack the champ at the beginning of the show, and I even get to cut a short promo, but at the end of the night, I will be jobbing to him. That's fine, though. It's $200, so I won't complain. To make it even better... payment is in advance, so who gives a shit if they only sell 4 tickets? Fuck, I think I'll buy myself a steak or something after I get the money. I've earned it. Monday, January 26th - Why is it that every fucking time something goes right for me, something immediately goes wrong? Am I fucking cursed or something? What the fuck am I being punished for? I showed up for the show I mentioned in my last entry, and I had to sit on the side with their champion so that we could go over our segment and our match. The entire time, he talked down to me like I'm some sort of little fuckin bitch that doesn't know anything about this business! He's just mad that he's 34 years old and is still in the position that he's in! We nearly got into it backstage, but I had to be the "mature" one and calm the situation down. We got through the segment just fine, although I'd be lying if I said I didn't hit him just a little harder than he was probably expecting me to. Fuck him. He deserved every bit of it, and he obviously caught on to it, because he tried to return the favor in our match, and that's when hell broke loose. We went completely off of the script and we basically escalated our match into a real fight. The ref was given an order to call the match as a Double DQ, and other wrestlers from the back came out to break it up. Once I got to the back, the promoter was pissed at ME! I didn't start any of it, and he figured that would be a good time to play favorites. I didn't act like an asshole backstage. I didn't take the match off script. Yet now I'm the one that isn't allowed to wrestle for that promotion anymore. How fuckin fair is that? Sometimes I don't know why I'm still putting up with this shit. Wednesday, February 18th -I've been having problems with my heart rate over the last few days. Nothing really major or anything, but I'll just find myself becoming really worked up, and my heart will be beating much faster than it should be. After taking a bit of a break from whatever I was doing at the time, it'll go away, and things will resume as planned, but it's just irritating to have to stop working out or whatever. To make things even worse, I think I'm starting to lose my hair a little bit. I noticed that the other day in the shower when I was washing my hair. I saw how much of it was coming out. I'm too young to be going bald. This is ridiculous. Friday, February 20th - I saw Christine at the mall today. She was there with her new boyfriend. This is the first time we've seen each other since the breakup. Sure didn't take that slut long to find a new boyfriend. He's lucky I didn't break his fucking jaw right then and there just because. Fuck both of them. They deserve each other. Saturday, March 14th - Still losing my hair, and my heart rate problems are getting worse slowly but surely. I had a match last night, and halfway through, I had to prop myself up against the ropes to catch my breath and prevent myself from passing out. After a few seconds, it went away, and I went on with the rest of the match. I haven't told anybody out this. I don't feel its a big enough problem to concern other people with it. Not quite yet, anyway. If it gets worse, maybe I'll go get it checked out or something. I'm just worried that it'll derail my wrestling even further. I can't afford many more setbacks at this point. Saturday, March 28th - Alright, now it's getting scary. I had a match last weekend, and halfway through, I got the whole "losing my breath" episode happening to me again. This time, however, it was accompanied by a bit of a dizzy spell, and I collapsed against the turnbuckle. I ended up having to spend a few days in the hospital so they could run tests on me. Mom is, as usual, freaking out. I can't tell her anything, cause she won't listen. She just wants her baby to be alright, and she doesn't feel that can happen if he's a pro wrestler. While it does scare me a bit, it's not enough to stop me from achieving my goal, damnit. Life's going to have to try a lot harder than that to fuck with me to the point where I give up. Thursday, April 2nd - Got a call from John Laurinitis today. It wasn't THE call, but it was a call telling me that I'm on the radar for a tryout match with WWE. I nearly dropped the phone when he told me that. Thursday, April 16th - I'm losing even more of my hair. I think I'm at the point where I'm just gonna shave my head already. It's embarrassing to go out and have people see that I'm losing my fucking hair, even though it's really obvious that I'm not very old. I'm not much of a hat guy, either, which only makes the problem worse. Tuesday, April 21st - I don't know what the hell is happening to me these days. I woke up this morning, and when I went to the bathroom to take a shit, I noticed there was a bit of a yellow color to my eyes. I thought I was just seeing things because I was still tired, but I went and did my business and also noticed that my piss was a lot darker color than it usually is. After waiting a while and waking up a bit more, my eyes were still on the yellowish side. It was strange as fuck. Thursday, April 23rd - My eyes still have a bit of a yellowish tint to them, but now my skin is starting to get the same yellowish tint. I'm starting to look like a fucking lizard, and I don't really understand why. This can't be happening to me. Not now. Not this. This is bullshit. Wednesday, April 29th - I started writing a journal entry last night, but then I just ended up forgetting what I was gonna say, so I stopped. It might be due to my lack of sleep in recent times. I haven't really been sleeping a lot in the past few weeks. Been spending a lot of time working out and training. I even find myself skipping a shower here and there, and I haven't shaved in almost 2 weeks now. I don't even care. I'm just trying to get myself to where I want to be. That's all that matters to me. Friday, May 15th - I fucking hate everyone and everything. I'm writing this from a fucking hospital bed. There were just too many things going on with my health, so I had to come in and get checked out. The doctors ran a whole bunch of tests on me, and they came and delivered the news to me that I'm in the beginning stages of what they called Hepatocellular Carcinoma. I have cirrhosis of the liver, and the HC is a complication from the cirrhosis. I have liver cancer, and the docs won't give me a straight answer on how I'm supposed to battle it. They're outside with Mom right now. I don't know why the fuck they're treating me like a little boy. I'm a grown fucking man, so they can be in here talking to me and telling me how I'm supposed to fucking deal with my own fucking problems! Saturday, May 16th - Mom won't tell me anything. She just sits here next to the bed, holding my hand and crying. It's starting to scare me a bit. I ask her what's wrong... I ask her what the doctors told her... I try and small talk her... and she just doesn't respond. It's almost as if she's not really there. I wish I knew what the problem was, so that I could try and help solve it, but she's just not cooperating with me. Not at all. John Q. Wrestler, 25, died Friday. He was born April 10th, 1983, in Austin, Texas. A graduate of Garza Independence High School in 2001, he was a top-of-the-class student of Thomas Harrison's Wrestling School most recently. He is survived by his mother, Darlene Allen, of San Antonio, Texas; sister, Cathleen Allen, of Houston, Texas; brothers Dan Allen and Chris Allen, both of San Antonio, Texas. Memorial services will be at 12pm Wednesday at Forest Oaks Funeral Home in Austin. Wednesday, May 27th - I can't believe he's gone. I just can't believe my baby is gone. I knew he had been keeping this journal, and I felt that reading it now would help me understand what he was going through during the last few months of his life. Writing this entry is my way of closure, and even saying goodbye in a way. The services were held today, and they were beautiful. He looked so peaceful in the coffin. That peace was something that I hadn't seen him have in such a long time. Ever since he began his training to become a wrestler, he wasn't the same person that I had brought into this world. I really wish I would've been able to figure out he was dealing with drugs before it was too late. That's something that will eat away at me for the rest of my life, but it's also something that I know I can't dwell on too much. God has a plan for my son, and I have faith that His plan is absolutely for the best. I still miss my son, however, and I will always miss him. John, I love you, and I think about you all the time. I know we'll see each other again one day, and with that, I close this journal and this chapter in our lives. Goodbye. Writer's Note: No, this wasn't based on any true story. All the characters, the names, and the situations are all fictional here. Well, almost all of them. The only things that are real are the name of the steroids, the name of the high school that "John Q Wrestler" attended, and the name of the funeral home that his services were held at. I don't want anybody to start freaking out as they try to do the research on who this column was about. Writer's Note Part Deux: As a bit of an experiment, I need some help from my readers. Somewhere down the line, I'll be doing a "Ask Hustle" column, and you all get to.. well.. ask Hustle. Have a question you'd like answered? Send it to me, and I'll do my best to get it into the column. It doesn't have to be about wrestling, either, although I do need SOME wrestling-related questions to make the column fit the site. Whether the questions are about wrestling, life, love, music, or anything else you can think of, send them to me. They can be serious questions, or they can be a bit on the not-so-serious side. When you do send the question(s) to me, all I ask is that you leave me the information that you'd like me to use in the column. For example, if you want your question to be sent in by "Joe Schmo from Asbury Park", "Anonymous", or whatever.. if you don't tell me, I won't be able to really use your work. Writer's Note Part Quattro: Just for shits and giggles, I've created a MySpace page for HIPRN. I already have a personal MySpace page, but I felt the urge to create one for my column, as well. You can find it at.. www.MySpace.com/HIPRN (you can also find my personal page there, as well, but drop me a line first if you're going to request my personal page, just to make sure I don't deny you) Thank you to the following for helping me create ideas for this column: - Real life - Chris Benoit - "Diary" by Alicia Keys Thank you to the following for getting me through this column: - McDonald's "Local Deluxe Breakfast Platter" (Portuguese sausage, spam, eggs, & rice.. a Hawaii exclusive, of course) - Guava nectar - Wu Tang Clan's "Wu Tang Forever" album I figured it was time to try something a bit different with my column, so there it was.. something different, indeed. I just hope that it wasn't so different that it flopped like a Max Bialystock broadway show. It's a lot harder to constantly come up with topics to discuss here than most of you probably think it is, but once I've posted a column and I get to hear from all of you, it makes any effort I put into the column worth it. Thanks to my loyal readers and feedbackers, and thanks to those of you who are new riders on this journey of mine. Another column down, another step closer to the 20th edition of Hustle Is Posting Right Now. Be prepared, folks. Next up, however, is Volume 18, which will be available for public viewing in 7 days. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we've got another short week ahead of us here, as I make up for lost time. Until then, I'm out like a sex drought, nah'mean? From The Only Place I Want To Be, I bid you farewell. Aloha and Mahalo Nui Loa. "Life can change ya directions, even when you ain't planned it.. all you can do is handle it.. worst thing you can do is panic.. use it to your advantage.. avoid insanity.. manage to conquer every obstacle.. make impossible possible.. even when winning's illogical, losing's still far from optional.." Hustle HIPRNFeedback@gmail.com 
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