Little Angels

I have only been in two physical fights in my life.

One “fight” happened in high school when I (kinda) punched Grant Warwick in the side of the head when he was picking on my friend Greg Girrard. All three of us were shocked by this, and after blankly staring at each other for a moment or two, went our separate ways without saying a word.

The other fight was with Bobby White. It was a vicious battle of punching, kicking, swearing and wrestling. Our clothes were ripped and filthy and we ended up with black eyes, swollen lips, and various cuts and bruises.

We were both in grade two, at Guardian Angels School, and were fighting in the schoolyard during recess over who had been an altar boy the longest.

Of course, I was an altar boy the longest.

Don’t believe anything Bobby might tell you to the contrary.