[Doc Faustus]

Fought a lot when I was a kid. I was very overweight, now I'm 5'11 220 which isn't miles to go but it isn't great either. Anyway, there was a lot of playground brawling in my childhood, won a fair amount of the time until in the fifth grade I came up against a kid whose family had been training him in wrestling. My mother had trained me in some martial arts since she'd been in a marine and I'd been used to using it on violent classmates, but the martial arts didn't matter once I was down in the mud with this kid who would one day be captain of the wrestling team holding me down. That was my second to last fight. During my last one, I took a powerful right to the jaw which made eating solids very difficult for a day or two. I was eating pizza like a snake. I almost got in a lot of fights when I was living in Pennsylvania, but my girlfriend dragged me away from them. I'd pick up a brick or a bottle I found laying on the street run toward the redneck who just called me fag and said "I'm gonna take your woman" and then she'd call me off. Funny thing is, this happened at a park like ten feet away from the police station. The rage I felt in that town turned into my book.