DIARY OF A GLADIATOR CHP.3

A bit of a surprise i must admit. To wake up in a silent apartment on a wednesday morning, with a dead aquarium. Last night i was sure that i fed the fish with the brown fat gue they love, i was sure that my goebbies were flowering, the Badis Badis chameleon fish "Marcus" had just acquired a family with wife and 2 sons. Only a few shirmp that i had caught in the bay during summer seemed to be alive. All other citizens of the aquarium were floating in heaven above the skull in a chest. No more fun. 

I was sure that my girlfriend had killed the fish, maybe poisoned them. She hates fish, she hates animals. 

Eggs, vegan bacon and a bitter apple from my brothers farm. Breakfest. 
My legs were heavy, and tired by pain. She feel asleep in my lap, stealing the bloodflow of my lower legs. She dosent understand biology. The idiot from my fight had been texting me for a few days. "You sound like a puppy", "keep looking good", "hungry worms will feast on your rotting flesh". - motherfucker i will see you around. 

I went downstairs to train my swordsmanship. Preparing for my destiny, what might be my last fight, might not.