^^^ Little Mike looks agitated there standing next to the great OAK.
Of course he is.
He's totally perplexed. He's thinking to himself
"how the fuck did I train an entire year for this fucking thing, hopped up on amphetamines and churning out articles plagerized from Art Jones. At least It paid the bills, I even stooped to an all time low and cashed the check of that annoying little brat from rochester after sending him polaroids of myself wearing nothing but a coffee cup over my schlong. That kid creeps me out .... BUT this Prussian sonofabitch trains for 8 weeks and makes me look like shit! What the fuck?, at least ill still beat Boyer, Zane and Dickerson."
