PUNCH DRUNK

"Most people's appearance is poor because they do not look into the mirror well enough" - Hagakure

JANUARY '10
TRAINING DIARY

When i was 17 i was jumped and soundly kicked all over the street by a gang of guys in the city centre of my home town of Rugeley.
I remember distinctly trying to reason with my aggressors, trying to be the big funny fat guy who's every one's mate.
I also remember being paralysed with fear. Just standing there and watching a fist come sailing towards my face.
I remember allowing my attackers to pull me to my feet (so punch drunk i didn't realise what was going on) so they could beat me up some more.
They had gotten bored of kicking me you see, i was much more fun standing up.

I later learned that one of the men (someone i recognised as one of my school bullies. A hateful little toad who i hadn't even laid eyes on for over a decade) had been convicted of murder. He had stamped and kicked a man to death.
I feel sick just thinking about that.
It sounds perverse, but i guess i had a lucky escape.

This challenge has opened a lot of old wounds and created a fair few new ones too..