My father came from an intellectual and studious avenue as opposed to a brawler's avenue. So I had to go further afield and I brought all kinds of unscrupulous oiks back home - earless, toothless vagabonds - to teach me the arts of the old bagarre.
And if real life was like the movies, I should have lived happily ever after.
I have trouble voicing my thoughts... I can't communicate very well that way.