So, last night I found myself in a fight with some a-hole. He took a swing at me and I kicked him in the balls. Didn't faze him, felt like he's wearing a cup, or something. I give him a karate kick to the chest and kick him in the balls again.......ouch!!! I wake to the pain and find myself sitting on the edge of my bed, kicking the **** out of my wife's hospital bed, which is right next to mine. I finally lay down and got back to sleep. This morning I have purple toes. The steel bed frame doesn't have a mark on it. Most mornings, when I wake up, I find my covers all twisted up, on the floor next to my bed. I've been wondering what that's all about. I think maybe I'm a violent person......... about a third of my life.