I was determined to be America’s #1 toe wrestler. 15 years I struggled and fought. The toe wrestling world is a harsh, unforgiving place. Unfortunately I’ve seen many toes ripped from the foot lifting weights, often leading to death. Despite these risks I pushed on, working as a merchant ship cook I was able to secure passage to the hallowed land of Wetton. There, I trained harder than ever. I was a rising star, undefeated in England. I had it all, women, fame, drugs and money but I lost my drive for greatness, and what should’ve been the best time of my life quickly became the worst. On the day of my first championship tournament I woke up hung over, steroid syringes down at my feet. I was cocky, I didn’t need my drip of morning morphine, I wanted to remember this win. Round 1 against the lowest seed, “Timid” Tim Hinkle, I took off his shoes and socks, and he mine. We wrapped toes and within a second I had lost. Tendonitis had crippled me but without the drugs to numb the pain I was defeated. I never recovered from the loss and began my life as a traveling insurance salesman. To this day I dream of what I could’ve had, who I could’ve been and maybe one day… returning to the sport I hold so close to my heart. ❤️