You wrestle one night get up the next morning and fly out to the next city. You try to work out you try to get some food into you and lo and behold you have to go work again. You are living out of a suitcase.
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
Those little nimble musicians of the air that warble forth their curious ditties with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art.
