Thirteen was a bad year for me. I was really angry, starting then and going on through high school. Just angry, angry at everything and everyone, so I would get in fights all the time at school. I'd always win, too, which didn't matter to my parents. My detentions did. But there was this one time I picked on the wrong kid. He was this fat kid who everyone made fun of and one day I guess it just became too much for him because he let loose on me. And he has a powerful right hook that laid me flat down on the ground with an almost broken jaw. No one messed with him since, especially not me.