Ryan
"That Ginny is one fine piece of ass, Ernie." "What did you say?" "I said... Hey, what the fuck did you hit me for?" By that time, I was flat on my back and Ernie had his knees on my chest, punching my face as I raised my arms in front of me, like a boxer feebly defending himself. My best friend in the world had cold-cocked me and was bent on murder, though he might have called it 'justifiable homicide.' We were both on the junior varsity football team, only I was a running back-a...