So, I used to be a competitive wrestler and a street fighter, ever since I was a young boy of four years old. I started out wrestling, as my dad was a really good wrestler and taught me, and I started competing against kids from other schools when I was seven years old. I won all my matches and then got into street fighting when I was ten, also beating that older kid up pretty badly when he tried stealing my bike from me. Well, the other day two bad guys tried robbing me and I almost hurt them. They were in front of this local business while I was riding my bike home in the morning from my HVAC job I was working on. They were both grabbing against me and trying to reach in my pockets, when I pushed the one guy back and looked the other guy in the eyes with fury in my eyes and told him to be careful. I was not in a good mood after breaking a tool working on the HVAC equipment for a local contractor and didn’t need these clowns making my mood worse. I really don’t want to hurt someone, but when they were being aggressive like these bozos were it can become necessary. That heating and cooling equipment repair job that went bad already had me in a raw mood. And I tell you, if that one guy didn’t back away when I said to be careful, it could have gotten really ugly. They were no match for an angry me, and I’m just glad it didn’t come down to fighting as it wouldn’t have been pretty.