Story & photos by Ben Corbett

Tiger Smalls' life is training, and his schedule goes like this: Wake up, smoke a blunt. Drink ginseng. Run six miles. Lift weights. Smoke a blunt. Eat breakfast. Smoke a blunt. Shower. Nap. Wake up. Smoke a blunt. Drink coffee. Go to the gym. Hit the bags and spar. (Sparring high? "It's like playing a video game.") After the gym, smoke a blunt. Go home. Smoke another blunt. Eat dinner. Smoke a blunt. Sleep.

"What's all this slicing-the-cigar-open-with-
a-razor-blade shit?" the North American Boxing Organization featherweight champion asks, splitting his victory blunt (Optimo Peach) down the center with the same precision and finesse he applies in the ring. "You know what I’m saying? That’s the way pussies do it."

Smalls, who entered the ring tonight to the tune of Cam'ron's "Don’t You Know How Hard I Try," along with a steady stream of boos and insults, has just returned to his hotel room after defeating hometown hero Alvin Brown, the pride of Kansas City, MO. Next month, it will be another city and another hostile crowd—hopefully with the same result. Currently Smalls is ranked fifth in his weight class by the World Boxing Organization. Tonight's victory brings him one punch closer to a shot at that title, the most coveted featherweight belt in boxing.

READ THE FULL ARTICLE IN THE FEBRUARY 2005 ISSUE OF HIGH TIMES MAGAZINE