In a fight, people fixate on size. It's true that in a cage the bigger fighter has the advantage. That's why they have weight classes. But fights in the real world give quite more advantage to the lighter folk.

Even a wily teenager had the capacity to knock a well muscled, fully grown man out with a swift, confident punch to the skull. So long as the teenagers fist, wrist and the length of his arms were developed enough.

In that way, fists reminded me of knives and guns. Equalizers. Though you could argue that there is never an equalizer since there will always be some attribute that begets power. In the case of the fist, the equalizer was that anything could happen in a street fight. You might be enjoying your evening when a group of kids might run up on you and one of their fists get thrown into the side of the your head.

The young kids ran around this town like that. Their fingers twirling and gripping, itching to get thrown at something. Most times they'd punch each other -- body shots... Nothing that would cause injury. But once in awhile they would hurt a civilian.

This is why I didn't walk in this town. Always took the car. And whenever I noticed a group of young teenage boys I'd get ready to roll out. The first was a great weapon, at least in our town, because you could get away with just throwing them. You couldn't do that with a gun.