CHAPTER SIX: IN THE CLEARING STANDS A BOXER AND A FIGHTER BY HIS TRADE...

The seasons changed and Davy's mind was a wreck....

One night though, a dream came to him...

He was standing in a clearing; a boxer, a fighter by his trade. ONly small time; he never made it to pro boxing like Mike had promised. He carried the reminders opf every glove that'd laid him down or cut him....

By the end of the dream he'd made his descision...

For his well-being...

For his sanity.

That next night, he was back in the ring with a fellow boxer named Micky Dolenz.

Davy landed but a few punches; Micky had now busted his lip and bloodied his nose and it was only the end of the first round....

By the time the fight was over, Davy was in anguish; Mike was countingt out many bills; the small stack that sat at his left were Davy's earnings; the bigger stack was his own...

"You cheap-skated bastahd!! I'm leaving!" Davy cried out in anger as he began to storm away.

But a moment later Mike was in his face with his contract...

"You signed a contract with me, boy! You CAN'T leave!" Mike yelled.

Davy wasn't about to let a sheet of paper get in his way...

He yanked the contract form Mike's hand and ripped it to shreds, stomping it into the ground and spitting on it, "Fuck th' damn contract."

Then he went on his way, never to be seen or heard from by those people again....

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