Billie Bob Jones
We had partied until 4am in the morning. I knew I went hard. Winners always partied hard because winners could do whatever they wanted and I was a winner.
"I don't think I can walk," I cried as soon as my eyes opened.
The unfortunate thing about being a PBR world champion is you got the meanest bulls that also wrecked your body for a life time.
Benedito's face was the second thing a saw after the ceiling as he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. "What's wrong?"
"My hip," I yelped like an idiot.
An emotional, extremely in pain idiot.
"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" he stood up from the bed and quickly dressed in a pair of black shorts then threw on a shirt.
"Get Ma," I groaned as I tried to move again.
