As a kid, I
loved getting into a fight. The kickin', the punches. Keeping 'em
coming, giving away some more, all for free. And the bruises afterwards. Ah, the pride I took in 'em.
Then I
found Jesus. Nowadays, when somebody punches me in the face, I turn the other
cheek.
...what the
fuck happened to me?
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