The arenas are now dark, and the crowds are gone, but the ex-star-prize-fighter, as he shuffles down the avenue, still waves and bows at crowds his dementia mind tells him are still there.
The ex-star-prize-fighter: who is too young to die but too old to live under dark dementia clouds, shadowbox down a barrio's alley waving to an imaginary crowd he sees as he shadowboxes his way to an imaginary ring at the Olympic Auditorium.
With pen and plain paper in hand, the ex-star-prize-fighter signed an autograph to a fan that only he could see. Then, he thanked and shook the fan's hand.
While skipping down the avenue with an imaginary rope, some kids asked the ex-star-prize-fighter what he was doing jumping up and down; he replied that he was getting ready for a comeback.
Selling the Knockout magazine/program in front of the old granite building: the famed Olympic Auditorium, the ex-star-prize-fighter was overheard telling fans to be sure to come back the following week because he was fighting the main event.
The ex-star-prize-fighter fighter overheard a young fan making his way into the famed arena ask his companion if he knew who the old pug was. The companion replied that he was just an old has-been fighter; hearing that, the old fighter told the young fans to remember that it's always better to be a has-been than a never-was. - And so it was with the ex-star-prize-fighter.
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