Brent Primus was about 16 when the men with guns came through his door demanding money and drugs. He had both, and everybody in Eugene, Ore., knew it, so maybe it shouldn’t have been such a surprise. Still, something like that? It makes an impression.
“They told me they were going to come back and kill me,” Primus told MMAjunkie. “It was scary, man. I started hiding guns in every room of my house just in case they came back.”
Primus (7-0 MMA, 5-0 BMMA), who fights Michael Chandler (16-3 MMA, 13-3 BMMA) for the Bellator lightweight title at Bellator NYC this Saturday night, also began to consider another possibility. Maybe it was time to change his life. Maybe the bumpy and at times thrilling road he was on was doomed to end in disaster. Maybe he had to find a way out.
When he looks back on it now, even Primus, 32, sometimes can’t believe that the story of his tumultuous youth didn’t end badly. It certainly started that way.
It started when he was 13 and his stepfather kicked him out of the house. The two of them never had a great relationship, and then suddenly it got much worse.
“My real dad was in prison pretty much my whole life,” Primus said. “My mom raised me and my brother, and she was the best mom ever, just worked her butt off to take care of us. But when I was about 9, she met a guy who ended up becoming my stepdad, and we just never got along. He was out of the military, and I’m not going to lie, I was probably a little smart-ass. I always had to get the last word in, and with him coming from the military, he didn’t like that. I think he just didn’t like me.”
So one day his stepfather told him to get out of the house, which is exactly what Primus did. So what if he was 13 years old with no money and no job and no skills?
“I think maybe he was thinking it would set me straight and I would come back begging to live with them again,” Primus said. “But I’ve always been hardheaded.”
Brent Primus family photo
He spent the next year or so staying in friends’ houses, bouncing from couch to couch, trying to survive. He did his best to find a job. He even got someone to drive him around to all the fast food places in Eugene so he could drop off applications. But they weren’t about to hire a 14-year-old kid, so Primus went to work in the fields at nearby farms, picking berries for cash wages.
“Then I met some hippie guy when I was about 14, and he gave me some weed and said, ‘See if you can sell this to your friends,’” Primus said. “I got rid of it in a day.”
Soon he was making hundreds of dollars a day selling marijuana, money he then used to buy his own landscaping business. He was cutting grass and trimming trees by day, and suppling three different area high schools with “the best pot around” by night.
He even had enough money to rent a place of his own, and you can guess how that went. Primus’ place quickly became the “party house,” owing to a complete lack of parental supervision and the teenage drug dealer who lived there.
“I didn’t have any parents to tell me to go to school or tell me what to do,” Primus said. “I’d take my buddies and we’d go to Walmart and buy video games and every single kind of junk food snack you can imagine, then bring it back to my place. At the time, I thought I was living the life. But deep down I had a lot of depression and anger. I was getting in a fistfight at least once or twice a week.”
The home invasion robbery was one sign that things might need to change. The state of his right hand, which had become a permanently bruised “black and blue club,” according to Primus, was another sure indicator. A friend pointed out that, as many fights as Primus got into, he should be getting paid for it. Why do something like that for free when other people did it for money?
So he signed Primus up for a local MMA fight. Primus figured sure, why not?
“I had zero training, none at all, so a couple weeks before the fight I went into a jiu-jitsu place to check it out and see what it was about,” Primus said. “I walked in there thinking 100 percent that I was going to put a whipping on everybody, and I just got my ass handed to me. I got choked out and beat up by all these guys who, I knew I was stronger and more athletic than them, but they knew Brazilian jiu-jitsu and I didn’t. I fell in love with it that day.”
Within a couple months, Primus had sold his landscaping business. He stopped selling marijuana. He stopped drinking and partying.
“I put everything I had into jiu-jitsu, and thank God, because it saved my life,” Primus said.
These days he’s reconciled somewhat with his mother and stepfather. The process happened slowly, he said, and still sometimes it’s tough to leave the past in the past.
“At the same time it drove me to be who I am,” Primus said. “I remember being 13 and doing 1,000 pushups every day, 1,000 crunches, all because my stepdad told me I was a loser and I wanted to get strong enough to beat him up one day. It made me want to make something of myself to prove him wrong. I’m sure I wouldn’t be who I am today if I wasn’t for all that crap that happened then.”
It’s that same fortitude that Primus hopes will serve him well as he challenges for Chandler’s title. He’s giving up the edge in experience and wrestling ability, Primus said, and he doesn’t kid himself about that. He knows most people will probably be picking Chandler to win.
Still, to go from a kid who slept on bus station benches to a man who’s about to walk out into Madison Square Garden for a pay-per-view title fight, that took an act of will and pure stubbornness.
After all that, what’s there to be scared of in a televised cage fight? After beating the odds in innumerable private moments just to get here, who’s to say he couldn’t beat them again when the MMA world is watching?
Source : https://mmajunkie.com/2017/06/homeless-at-13-and-selling-drugs-to-survive-brent-primus-is-now-one-win-away-from-being-a-championThanks you for read my article Michael Chandler Won’t Walk Back Criticisms Of “Dork” Dillon Danis