Back to that Sat morning May 8, 2004 at 9:00 am. I am tired up all night, up till now I knew this guy was a hot head from observing him but thought we were cool.
Picking up where we left off.. So he says his stuff at the door. I should have closed the door but obviously I could not do that cause i knew Lucky would go over again plus I thought we could talk about it.
He also mentions what an idiot I was for feeding these strays cause they are also coming in his yard.
OK fare enough. But I was a lil ornery at him too.
SO he says" I am gonna kill him"
I say, "no you are not"
He says let's settle it out in the street. So I am 6'3 about 280. He is 5' 9, 150 soaking wet.
I thought I could do oK.

I am 47. He is 40. I have no fighting experience. He was a state high school wrestling champ from Wisconsin.
I grab him by the neck. BUT my heart was not in it. Less than 1 MINUTE earlier I am on the computer like now. So i dont really squeeze. In my mind I am thinking my size will intimidate him.
He goes under takes me down. BOOM on my back. He is on me.
I say I give. Enough. Im fucking tired too. Been up 14 hours working in html.
All of a sudden right cross to my left temple damn hard. My glasses fly 20 feet across the pavement.
I should have faked convulsions. I am also still in my pajamas. Actually shorts
I had some brain swelling next two days I could feel it. I dont know how MMA guys do it.
So I call the cops, and that starts the cold war.
She was a mjor cunt then too. They told me to get rid of em. And like the guy who was emotional and killed himself after euthanizing his dog, I was emotional and called some people and said they could take him. That will make it all right I was warpedly thinking. I am still in shock. It is noon by now.
I took this photo before saying good bye.
But I came to my senses and tears and called them back and said NO I am keeping Lucky with me.
To HELL with them.