by Peter Rugg
Last weekend, we followed St. Jo's Little Kato and the Half-Pint Brawlers into the gritty world of midget wrestling (see the feature "Little Bastard" for more on that). It's a tough way to make a living, to put it mildly. Promoters try to screw you; sometimes you have to drink your own urine; and, if you're lucky, you get cash stapled to your tongue. Because we're professional journalists, we put ourselves in the center of it, but there's only so much that can be conveyed by the written word. Click on the pic of the wee brawlers for a ringside seat to the midget bloodbath, and may God have mercy on your soul.