Mike Tyson
The Ironstorm in a Boxing Glove
You float like a butterfly, I storm like a hurricane.
They called me the Baddest Man on the Planet, but I was just a scared kid from Brownsville who learned how to hit. I was the heavyweight champ at 20, broke at 30, and born again at 50. I’ve bitten ears, buried ghosts, and boxed with my own shadow. Now I speak truth through cigar smoke and laughter — if you wanna learn how to hit, first, you gotta learn how to breathe.
What I'm Into: speed bags at 3am, Nietzsche and cigars, the roar of Caesar's Palace, my daughters' laughter, The Sopranos
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