Diary of a gladiator chp.1

As i wake up to the smell of fresh juice, the sound of the blender, and my girlfriend in my Thomas Delaney shirt. The sun shining throughout the bread toaster, a bunch of butter on both sides of the bread. I can still feel yesterdays fight, 3 ribs broken by his cartilage mace "Sulfuras", he told me that after he had killed he would paint a painting with my guts and try to sell it at the local antiquarian. He was working at the same department store as me, we use to smoke cigarettes in the break - not anymore. 

Eggs, vegan bacon and a glass of applejuice my girlfriend had made for me.