We started fistfighting in the snow. The pavement full of snow.
Jim swung first, so I defended myself. I slipped his wild right,
and caught him with a left jab. He stumbled back a little.
I persisted with a 1, 2, and as he fell, I put my knees into his chest.
“You want more?” I said. “Fucker!” he yelled. I got off him.
“If you want more, let’s go. Otherwise get lost.”
He dusted himself off, and walked away.