Dr. W. A. Frost's Ides of Revolution

  I am indebted to Chase and Ryder. To Blue and Yellow. To the Minibar Ibiza. I am who I am today because of them, because I obeyed. I used to be so independent. A loner, quiet and reserved, and above all, ashamed. My body wasn’t what I wanted to be, it was almost as if I were completely disconnected from it. Who I saw in the mirror wasn’t who I was meant to be, and there was nothing I could do about it. That’s the person that Chase and Ryder saw that hot Saturday afternoon in South Beach, Miami: the loner.  I had gone to Miami to visit some distant relative I don’t remember anymore. Walking from Mercy Hospital to the oceanside, I remember needing a break from whatever stressful emergency brought me down here, so I took a walk. I was brooding over something or another, when I heard this melodic, sexy tenor voice. “Hey you, you okay bud?” I turned my head to see a beautiful, shirtless adonis staring at me from behind his blue sunglasses. He stood sporting only a black speedo in a small

  Jamie walked through the doors of the UFC gym and sat down on a bench, waiting for Alex to come out. For years, Alex had been a shut-in, shy nerd who spent days on the computer; it drove his father nuts. Jamie reminisced of all the times neighborhood kids came to the house, asking for Alex to come outside and play, and every time being sent away sans Alex. Even years later, as a college student, he never once left his room outside of the occasional class. Jamie looked up into the ring with pride, as his reinvented son dominated his opponent, immediately pinning him to the ground.  You see, one dreary September day, Jamie had had enough of Alex’s lethargy. Convincing his son that a gaming convention was in town, Alex needed no coaxing to rush to his father’s Mercedes. However, when he pulled up next to Iron Sweat Martial Arts, he nearly walked home. But after being promised whatever DLC he dreamed of, Alex reluctantly relented. Jamie drove away, as Alex walked in the doors and shook h