RE: Fisticuffs
November 24, 2013 at 7:13 pm
(This post was last modified: November 24, 2013 at 7:13 pm by Whateverist.)
My first fight, 8th grade, when a big kid threw an icey snow ball an hit me in the ear. Honor demanded that I challenge him after school. I was chagrined to learn that though I could hit him, I couldn't hurt him. He had the opposite problem. That sent me into training in the basement, boxing with the little cord that hung from below the fluorescent light. The next time I got challenged was playing football. A guy came after me swinging saying I'd clipped him. Not knowing what clipping was I had no verbal defense. However, this time, when I hit him a few times he quit and ran off. The need to defend myself ended soon after that.
As an adult the closest I came was when some guy pulling into a parking garage near campus got out of his car mad because I'd dared to walk in front of him. This was before I'd been to college and this entitled prick, a student at cal, had lots of things to say about me being a bum. I didn't say anything but resolved to crush his throat with an elbow if he'd swung at me. I was pretty mad. So glad that he didn't push it.
As an adult the closest I came was when some guy pulling into a parking garage near campus got out of his car mad because I'd dared to walk in front of him. This was before I'd been to college and this entitled prick, a student at cal, had lots of things to say about me being a bum. I didn't say anything but resolved to crush his throat with an elbow if he'd swung at me. I was pretty mad. So glad that he didn't push it.
