I had me jaw broken, and so my chin stuck way out. That's how I became tough - I learned to pick up anything and fight back.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I busted my chin open trying to be Evel Knievel on my bike. When it happened, you could see straight through to the bone, I thought my dad was going to pass out. It left a scar that I still have now.
I fought tall fighters, short fighters, strong fighters, slow fighters, sluggers and boxers. It was either learn or get knocked off.
I tried to be really tough when I was younger. I felt I had to stand up for myself. I never felt like I fit in.
When I was a kid, I thought it was tough.
I got a couple of front teeth knocked out during a football match when I was hit by a flying elbow.
I had personal problems. I was spending 50% of my life on my family, 50% on boxing. Neither was getting anywhere. It was killing me. So I had to break away from fighting.
I used to get into a lot of fights.
I needed something to challenge myself a little more. I found fighting, and it completely fit my personality.
I've never had to fight hard for anything I've gotten in the past.
Regardless of how tough you think you are, regardless of how good you think your chin is, we're all only one connected punch away from being hurt, and you've just got to hope your chin holds up and your body holds up.