My life (especially my teenage years) has been full of the wildest twists and turns – yet God and the universe had always found a way to put a few people in my path that would change the trajectory of the road I was going down.
Meet one of my lifelong friends, Bruno Lauer — or I prefer to call him, “Downtown Bruno”
My mom and I were evicted off the island of Hawaii and I was sent to Nashville, Tennessee to live with my dad.
When I landed in Nashville, I quickly found out I wasn’t gonna live with my dad.
Shit happens, plans change and that’s the way it goes.
Instead, I told I was gonna live with a guy named Bruno. Who at the time lived in a tiny room at a spot called the Alamo Plaza motel.
Bruno could’ve (and should’ve) said hell no, I’m not takin’ in some kid who I don’t know.
But he didn’t.
He took this punk kid in and we became lifelong friends.
Then ironically – about 9 years later when I had the infamous “$7 Bucks” in my pocket – I started my wrestling career in Memphis, Tennessee and AGAIN – had no place to live and Bruno took me and let me shake up in his trailer, til I could get on my feet.
And hell, when I was 15yrs old, Bruno even gave me his last $40 bucks so I could hustle a crackhead out of his car one night at a honky tonk in Nashville
But the hustle was on me, because when I took off down the road there was a SECOND CRACKHEAD passed out on the floor in the back! �
Wild times at 15yrs old.
Merry Christmas, Bruno and since you helped me “buy” my first car – I figured I could return the favor and buy you one that 100% does NOT have a crackhead in the back seat.
I love you, brother.
Your kindness and heart – helped change my life’s trajectory.
And when you’re ready to retire from “the business” you just say the word.
I got you covered.
We’ll go “downtown”
Enjoy your new ride and give Walls, Mississippi my love and gratitude]