Ok. One thing is the fighter. Another is the person and his unprofessional and unpolite outbursts.
Check this out:
There was this guy in my neighborhood diagnosed with SAD. Not only that. The guy was always high and drunk as hell, making all sort of loud noises in the worst possible times of day and night. Throwing garbage on the street. He had this mean Pitbull dog, alway unleashed, that attacked people at occasions making everybody scared all the time and also the dog crapped all over the yards of everybody. Everytime people tried to reason with him he would throw all sort of low level insults and obscene gestures.
You know what? The neighbohood needed a figure like that. Someone to be the villain. Someone to point the finger to all the time and talk about all the time. That poor and sad young fella we all should try to understand was just as needed in the neighborhood as Dick Niaz is needed in UFC, right? Hell, no!!!
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