WHY I FIGHT - A NOVEL by j.adams oaks. Now available through amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com and other fine book retailers.

Uncle Spade always called it "boxing," but what I did was fight. Fist fight. I had gloves from Guage Coleman, but we made more money without them. Crowds like a real knockdown show with blood and bruises. There wasn't no ring like in the matches I'd watched. And no ref. No rounds. And no mats, bleachers, seats, or bells. It was usually a back room or basement with a plain cement floor and crates for sitting. But sometimes there wasn't even that. Not even a room.