PittsburghThoughts

All's not well that doesn't end well,

If days were made of shit, today would have been an extra shitty one. I got into a fight. Not a argument, not a disagreement, not a battle of wits or a yelling, screaming, face saving, macho dance of love, but a fight. And, like all fights, I walked away injured, and, like all the fights I've ever been in, injured by secondary concerns.

I once punched someone's belt buckle and broke my hand. Tonight it's my back and leg. I waited for the police to come but they never did, I'm glad. Being locked-up while fucked-up is in itself fucked-up.

I'm not a violent person but like Kenny Rodgers said, sometimes you have to fight to be a man.
 
When someone fucks with your kid...it's time...even if that kid turns around and stabs you in the back. You just never know about people.    Gene