Guy mummbled to himself as he was rudely awoken again, his head to the ground and his feet in the air. He looked at the clock and let out a moan as he spun to his feet. He never woke up at a time like this, it felt wrong and degrading. Still he went to his bathroom and brushed his teeth and washed his face. He looked like a mess,and was so. He looked at his one room apartment. Bottles bags, plates, tissues and magazines scattered the ground. Carson pored himself a cup off caffeinated tea. He put on a flogging molly shirt his cup, and sweat pants and walked out the door after downing the drink and began to take a walk, stretching the whole way. He had heard of a school teaching mma around his block and was eager to learn from the man, he may have been skin and bone, but he was a great fighter, and hoped who ever worked there would be kind enough.

As he walked in he began curling up, putting his shoulders as high as the could and hunching his shoulders, he walked to the man talking to a girl, but quickly steped back, seeing as they were talking.