I had this younger acquaintance that just kept bothering me one day a few weeks ago. He just seemed like he wanted to start trouble with me. He argued with everything I said and found fault with everything I did.
Normally I would go out of my way to avoid a confrontation, but It wasn’t long until I had had enough of his bullying attitude. He started insulting my family and we got into a scuffle. A little push here and a little tug there and after a few cutting insults it wasn’t long before we were all hands on. With me being an old man and him quite a bit my junior I was surprisingly holding my own as we wrestled to the ground. I kept trying to get away and he was trying to pin me down.
At one point he had me on my back and his knees were almost pinned to my shoulders but I was able to push him off balance and he fell backward. I was struggling to get back onto my feet and he kept grabbing at my legs hindering my efforts. I was sort of on my right side so I pulled my left leg up towards my chest and gave my opponent a decent kick, or push trying to force him away.
I awoke suddenly to the thud of Gus landing on the floor obviously wondering, ‘what the hell did I do?’, as the fleeting image of my opponent quickly faded from my mind as I exited dream-state. Gus had been sleeping at the foot of the bed and got the surprise of his life a moment before. I jumped up as soon as I realized what had happened. He was just standing on the floor with a puzzled look on his face. I felt terrible! Horrible! Awful! I checked him over and he seemed fine and he got back on the bed, but he did more over closer to the other side.
He was quick to make up with me and we’re best buddies again. He was right back to sleeping at the foot of the bed the next night.