I'm walking up the block to Gleason's Gym. I've been doing this for thirty years. Well, not exactly. I used to be dropped off by a chauffeured Rolls-Royce. I was a liberal, millionaire socialist. When I was rich, I praised social justice and financial welfare. I was a hypocritical Rolls-Royce liberal. Now that I have lost my wealth, I praise the rich. I believe in the freedom to succeed. I guess I am a contrarian -- I embrace the opposite. At least I'm honest. I never take my own side. I identify with what I think is right. Boxing is an anesthetic, a spoon of dullness, cocaine. It's 2012, and I am an anti-nanny state Republican. I celebrate strength and toughness. I am a Spartan -- a warrior and an intellectual. I am a man, not a soft, effeminate toast to empathy. I am so glad to have shaken off wishy-washy liberalism. I meet a trainer out front. Grant looks like me -- white and preppy. I ask him, "When....
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