Harkening back to one of my first fights, it occurred in our garage with my next door neighbor friend. We were in junior high, which will explain our willingness to throw-down, and, to this day, we still can’t recall the reason.
But there we were, exchanging blows until I grabbed him around his waist. Just when things could’ve gotten interesting, he yelped loudly and fell to the ground. Methinks my…
