Dylon Featherstone is a firefighter, paramedic, mixed-martial artist, kinesiologist, existential nihilist, professional wrestler, and now a columnist! What does that mean? Probably that he is mediocre at all of these things (at best). Born and raised in Central Alberta, Canda; he waxes and wanes unpoetically and unapologetically about his life experiences as a self-professed hobo and how he goes through the daily struggle of trying not to become a full time professional wrestler. “He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man” – Samuel Johnson.
4:40 am and I’m moonlighting. Emergency tones are going off…. I roll over in bed to pick up my phone and hear from dispatch that we have a suspected appendicitis rupture… I’ve been on shift at my Firehall/Ambulance for almost 38 days straight. I’m Tired, I’m sore….. and all I can think about…… Is that I haven’t even started my debut wrestling column that’s due in 48rs. My Name is Dylon Featherstone, I’m a Paramedic/Firefighter. I’m your average white suburbanite slob….. I like cage fighting, porno, and books about war….. I’ve got an average house…… with a nice hardwood floor.…