When that movie ‘Fight Club’ came out, I knew this kid that ran an organized fight club entirely on his trampoline. The rules were you couldn’t wear your shoes and there was absolutely no hitting in the face. The fight club ceased to exist when this kid’s Mom came home earlier only to see a bunch of shirtless teenagers rolling around on her Sam’s Club industrial sized trampoline. She didn’t really know what to do so the following Sunday she packed us in her Honda Odyssey and took us all to church. She’s dead now so I guess it’s alright to tell that story. Check out the ‘Backyard Octagon’ compliments of Kid Quick.
