I Had a Guy Offer to Fight Me Today

Now it’s true that I pack a solid punch. I understand physics and use the torque from snapping my hips to give power to my arm as it follows through. I keep my wrist straight. I lean in. And I love making contact. The abrupt stop of all the muscles in my body working in unison is satisfying. The action is jarring and it fuels me to throw harder and straighter and to be more efficient with each advance. I’ve punched padded men much bigger than me who have responded to my blows with wide eyes, a shaking head and, “Remind me not to get you mad.” Or sometimes, “You know, that would really hurt if you hit a guy like that.”

I don’t think the tool on my Det who asked me if I wanted to hit the ropes would have an appreciation for my enthusiasm. As a matter of fact I don’t think he’s much more than a needle dick who gets turned on by violence, which is fine, but I’m having no part of it. I could take him. I have the reach advantage and he looks slow. He doesn’t know I’m trained (but he must understand the reach advantage thing, it’s obvious) and I can’t believe he challenged me to a fight.

What do you say? You and me. We go somewhere. We fight.

No thanks.

Seriously, we could fight. We could even use gloves if you wanted.

Really, no thanks. Besides, I'd want head gear. I need to keep all the brain cells that I can.

Oh don’t worry, we’ll put rank aside.

I almost spit my Diet Pepsi in his face. Does he honestly think I give a shit that he’s one pay grade above me? As if rank is supposed to guide my actions? Does he think I treat him any differently than the E3 who was just in the office to have me sign his eval? Give me a fucking break.