First off, the Super Blonde thing was only for a Halloween costume, and I have already gone back to my normal shade of blonde.

I have been wrestling for over 5 years now, starting with my first OPW match.  Seven years if you go back to ICF.  That's a large chunk of my life.  

I have been a light weight champ, a heavyweight champ, a tag team champ, and an X division champ.  I have curtain jerked, mid carded, and main-evented.  I have been a good guy, a bad guy, and a tweener.  I have wrestled in front a dozen, and I have wrestled in front of a couple thousand.  I have been on TV and commercials.  I've been asked to come speak at elementary schools, high schools, colleges, and churches.   I've been recognized in a grocery store, a restaurant, a mall, and one time in a men's room.  I've made 100 dollars in one night, and I've driven for hours to make no money on a lot of nights.  I have wrestled in three states.  After a wrestling show one night, I met and fell in love with a girl sitting in the crowd.  I have wrestled some of the worst Oklahoma has to offer, and I have wrestled with some of the best in the world.  I have been screwed over by promoters.  I have made friends and I have had close friends turn on me.  I have had a half dozen concussions and even been legally dead.  I've gone from a green little rookie, to teaching an entire class of students.  I've even been a booker at one point. 

So there does come a point where you contemplate the future.  What else can I possibly do, short of a WWE or TNA thing (which probably isn't going to happen)?  I don't know.  Is ego that keeps me going in this?  Is it that deep down somewhere I believe wrestling is going to be my ticket to stardom?  Is it that I just enjoy it, like some people enjoy fishing or shooting hoops with their buddies?

I was at a show the other night doing a meet and greet with fans before a show.  A guy walked up to me, and he seemed intimidated and not sure what to say to me.  I signed his program and asked him what his name was.  In the next 2 minutes, he preceded to tell me about his life.  He told me that he threw his life away because of drugs, but that he had been sober for 3 months now.  He really wanted to tell me this.  He thought it was important that I know this.  Why?  I'm not sure.  Did I inspire him to get clean?  Did he want my approval?  Again, I don't know.  I just told him that was awesome and to keep at it.  That brought a smile to his face.  He walked away happy, and when I came out to wrestle later that night, he hugged me as I walked by the crowd slapping hands.

It's moments like that I can do without the pain, and politics, and the constant drama.  But knowing that I might be the reason some guy keeps his life straight ...that's worth something.