Be prepared - this is a heartfelt, serious post:
My sister and I visited my Grandpa Mac today in the intensive care unit of the hospital. My grandpa was a boxer, way before I was around. Turns out, he’s still a boxer - he knocked the shit out of the side of his bed with one hand so he could show us how mad he was at sickness and aging and death. He can’t talk anymore and every time he breathes, it is apparently a marathon for his body.
So, in honor of Mac and his irrepressible will to beat the shit out of going-down-easy, I am posting this grainy video of me rehearsing for a show with fight choreography. Cause I think he’d like it. And cause I hope there’s a little of his fight in me.