Hondo's Journal #2

puertorico0597
May 2, 2018
3 min read

Here is the second entry to Hondo's Journal, hope you enjoy!

July 8th 2009,

Hondo again, just another day in my new journal. Here I go as I begin to write more gibberish.

As I look back at my boxing days, I notice there was one thing I should have worked on. No, actually a couple of things. One was my agility, I lost quite a few fights because I focused on trying to knock out my opponent and failed to realize that speed kills. Another thing I should have realized was defense was still important in the sport of boxing. I might not have had the greatest boxing career in the world. However a record of 30-10 isn't too bad before I got shelved due to my back injury.

I feel that I should get back to training again although at my age of 37 it can be tough to get back into shape. Especially when I got a back injury that makes me feel like I'm an old man.

Hondo el viejo or Hondo the old man is what the kids call me around where I live.

Should I be upset, heck yeah I'm upset. At the age of 37 I should be still moving like I was 20! Anyway, as I try to calm down looking at the moonlight shining down at the dusk of another passing day of my life, I look to my boxing equipment I still have.

Looking at the equipment, I ask myself a rather dumb question. Can Hondo punch and knock out a zombie should there be another zombie outbreak? Yeah it's a dumb question because what are the odds of it happening. However, the more I think about it, the less dumber the idea of zombies become. After all, it was only 2 years ago that zombies infested the city of New York. What makes White Plains special?

I think about the idea that I might find myself having to defend myself against a zombie. I know I have a gun, but surely it won't work all the time for me and I'll have to use my hands at some point. Perhaps I'll just land my popular left hook and knock out its jar. All I have to worry about is making sure I don't hit its teeth or I'll be infected as well.

Whoa! Why am I thinking of all this anyway? I must be playing that zombie video game way too much that I think I'm in the damn game. Am I losing my mind? I sure hope not.

The one thing I do feel bad about is that I didn't teach my best pupil, Angel the best I could. It all goes back to the idea that my defense and agility were not top notch. While Angel saw me as a great teacher and all that, I know that he did not learn to be the best he could be.

If I ever get to see Angel again, I would like to teach him better, teach him what I didn't learn. I fear that I will not see him again though if he did die during the zombie outbreak. Even if he's alive though, he will be rather old and might be too advanced to learn from an old fart like me. Despite that, this old boxer will continue to hold out hope.

I might take a trip back to Brooklyn rather soon to see what I've missed and see if I can see my best friend out there.

I hope you enjoyed this small entry and if you like to check out the series, click below to be sent to my author page on Amazon!