I’m a drawer, not a fighter!
Okay, so I’ve only been in a few fights in my life, and gladly, none that I can think of since High School.
I didn’t start any of these fights; I just finished them.
Okay, I just wanted to say that and sound all manly and tough.
I finished some of them with a fist found smashing into my face. (Why yes, my nose is crooked from getting punched and broken.)
But some, some I won.
I don’t really want to get into any fights now. I’m too fat, krooky, and slow.
But if need be, I can freak out and try to win via sheer +2 insane attack.
I’m gonna get you Ryan Cody!*
- Daniel
*Artist Ryan Cody and I are currently in a fake feud. Still.
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There’s two things that my father told me that have stood the test of time…
“Never throw the first punch… but make damn sure you throw the last”
And
“Once that first punch is thrown, you hit them where ever you can with what ever you can as hard as you can, there’s no such thing as a fair fight”
I’ve warned friends that if we’re at a bar and they see me diving for the pool table they’d do well to seek shelter, turns out I’m a fair shot with a billiard ball and you can’t go wrong with swinging a pool cue if you can lay hands on them.
Reminds me of the bar I used to go to before it burnt down, one night things started to get interesting and the bartender, who was an old friend, told me “If you smile I’m dialing 911″.
>“If you smile I’m dialing 911″.
I’m glad you’re on our team. (You are, right?)
Yeah, billiard balls are pretty brutal. They have the right heft for battle.
Happy holidays, Marrock!
Yeah, never underestimate the leverage behind a simple stick.
And a billiard ball… I don’t even want to think about getting hit by one of those.