My skirmishing skills are untested since middle school, but they were adequate, at the time. These are my top three battles:
Wayne punched me in the ear, during art class. I had called him “mushroom head,” in reference to his hair style.
While falling off a snowbank, I fired a medium-paced jab, to Jason’s face—but he started it, with a kick to my stomach.
Mark grabbed me by the neck, so I shoved him onto a desk. I say ‘shoved,’ but in fact it was more like careful placement. He was only small. I didn’t want to harm him.
I would tell you about my dalliance with Brett, but I dont think you’re ready for that, yet.
I submitted this boxing cartoon to the New Yorker, twice. The first caption read, “Unsubscribe!” Below, is the published version.
I’m happy with that little flying tooth, and the stance of the punchee. Today I would draw noses, but this was then.