I've been in 3 fights my entire life, I am 2-0-1 in them...the tie was when I was 17 and in the hospital, I got into a fight with a 18 year old puerto rican asshole from ironically, Puerto Rico, who was having his knee repaired from ripping it up on the basketball court. So this guy was no pansie, he was 6'1 and about 180... We start shit talking, I say something in spanish I dont know exactly it's meaning, but essentially I told him "his Mother eats Shit" and he charges me on crutches. I lock my wheelchair brakes and prepare for the onslaught. I grab hold of him and using my only advantage, my upper body strength and super strong grip (which is totally tuff) I wrestle him to ground and wind up on top, punching him in the face. He then takes one of his crutches and tries to hit me in the head while I am on top of him....I BLOCK it with my left forearm, but we both here a sickening, wet SNAP...the crutch broke my fucking arm, cracked my left ulna clean through. We both stopped and looked at each other, and I rolled off of him, clutching my arm. By now, two male orderlies decide to "break us up" and it was over...as I said, a draw. He was a bloody mess, but I had a clipped wing.

As someone who's bones break easily, I tend to avoid physical confrontation, instead opting to either PAY others to fight for me, or use my charming personality to get out of fighting. BUT...if I have to throw down, I know how to handle myself. I basically let the other guy know, I may be killed if he attacks me, but I am taking his nose, an eye and probably his Gonads with me...not worth it.


Yes, Yale men are pussies though, true dat