He went into AA Went to a gym and started boxing He left his girlfriend and got a room Slept on the floor and quit talking His sister asked him why he quit talking He said when he was sober he didn't know nothing Nothing at all He was 34 when he turned pro He ran to work and then he'd run home He stayed at the gym until they closed Still there were those nights when he was all alone He won ten fights up and down the coast He'd borrow his sister's car and drive home He fought in Modesto and shattered his nose He detached his retina in Fresno, and then they made him quit He'd wake up in the middle of the night His heart racing so fast that he thought he was dying But it wouldn't go away, it wouldn't go away So he'd go running and he'd keep running until he couldn't think anymore