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Show 41 I am the fourth one there. Travis is in the pavilion pouring a small bottle of brown alcohol that he must have stolen from his brother into a half-empty one liter bottle of Pepsi. Steve is showing Charles how to punch and quickly move back into a defense stance. Steve is the one who owns the boxing gloves, which are what gave us the idea in the first place. He is also the only one who claims to know the approximate rales of boxing. The rest of us know only one fighting strategy: try to hit the other guy somewhere in the face as fast and hard as you can. I have heard lots of times that if you hit hard enough, you can knock some nose bones or something up into the brain and kill someone. I don't know about that, but a fast, hard hit will at least rum the electricity off most people, and even if it cranks itself back up, at least you get the pleasure of seeing the other guy's nose bleed while you get your ass kicked. We spend on average three nights a week boxing in a park. I win a majority of my fights, which is a surprise even to me. In P.E. class I spend my time taking frequent trips to the locker room where I walk the rows of lockers and look in the mirror until "Coach" opens the door and says, Whoever's in there, you better get the heck back out here now! I don't get my ass kicked in school but I don't win any fights or stand up for anyone either. I am skinny and tall with thick, sinister eyebrows. When I see my reflection in bus windows or in the bread aisle mirrors, my posture is slumped, and movements look shadowy and uncertain. I look more like the type to sneak poison in your lunch than start a confrontation. |