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[Arisa Chattasa / CC]
IN FEBRUARY of 1995, I arrived in Los Angeles on what was originally intended to be a two-and-a-half week holiday.
I was there eager to hook up with Brad, a friend from Edinburgh who’d decamped to LA a few months prior to progress his professional boxing career under the tutelage of Freddie Roach at his Outlaw Boxing Club in Hollywood.
Brad was an 18-year-old kid who came into the category of “a force of nature.”
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