I Love You. I Love You. I Love You. You're My Ticket

I've seen so many UFC's from like road three that I had no tickets to. We we did all kinds of tactical maneuvers to get into those fights. The security would walk up and be like nine of us in front of four seats. It was the only son we could find in Salt Lake City, like Chuck out of pocket. He paid for my pizza kitchen post fight meal. And he won enough to pay for a computer for my next semester in school.