You shouldâve kept your father out of this.
He was the one calling me a short guy and saying youâd smash me, all while holding a beer in his hand.
Then you started talking about my divorce and telling the world you wouldnât want to be my roommate.
Idiot.
First, weâre fighting, not dating.
Second, Iâm not looking for a roommate.
When I put you to sleep and youâre lying there next to the rose, Iâll look at your father and ask him one simple question:
Whoâs the short one now?
Iâm gonna break you Justin.
Fathers hope. Champions know.
Iâve heard this story before: bigger men, stronger men, better men. Men who said I was just a small guy who was about to get a lesson in humility.
They all learned the truth the same way.
Your son already knows who I am. On June 14th, you will too. 18-0 PAPA đč