Now that the MSM buzz over Michael Vick has taken to the back burner and that the statute of limitations has finally expired, I would like to take this time to confess some transgressions of my former life.
Confession is Good for the Soul
Many years ago while living down south, I made a living by training a pride of cats for catfighting and gambling on the matches. It was a big draw in that neck of the swampy woods. It was a cultural thing.
The following pictures show the training of two of my biggest moneymakers: