Earliest memory....
It was dawn on the 3rd day of an uninterrupted throwdown between me and what would turn out to be my life long nemesis.... both me and my opponent were battered and bruised..... exhausted, but unwilling to give ground out of sheer spite for one another.
We engaged for what seemed like the thousandth time and both landed a flurry of blows which should have sent one of us reeling, but neither of us would quit.... not this day, not after all we had given to win this fight.
As we disengaged I spotted a nearby rock and went for it.... my opponent was a moment too late in realizing my intentions.
I grabbed the rock and swung with everything I had and my opponent came rushing in to the blow adding momentum to the titanic clash.
He went down with a crash.... bloodied but still alive.... I held the rock and stood over him, considering whether to finally end his miserable excuse of an existence, but I relented.... I left him there beaten and broken..... it was probably the single biggest mistake I have ever made because he returned to haunt me a few months ago....
In Chase Plaza this Pigeon-Demon and his friends now lie in ambush for me every minute of everyday....