Quote Originally Posted by vman181 View Post
Well I'm not sure when that could happen as I'm in Abilene and when I'm in SA its to visit my wife's family. I did stop by earlier in the year though at your house and got some Cheato from you. Thanks again.
dude, forgot about that. I hope the Chaeto worked out for you. I remember giving you a paltry amount. The stuff has grown so much after I realized what I was doing wrong I had to trim out a bunch the other day. I couldn't find any takers so I took it up to AD. I think I gave him six softball sizes. I had to use two hands to pull out huge clumps of the stuff.

As far as the height, not so much anymore (due to my advanced years), but more often as a teenager I was always in trouble. I can't explain it but it seemed each and every week I would be in some kind of fist fight at school or in the neighborhood. Fights I couldn't win. Either I was too big and a bully, or too big and a wus for losing. And then there are all of the hundreds of Napoleon want to be cats whose motives were always to be the one to take down the big guy. Believe it or not I'm a reader, and always had my nose buried in a book.

My old man taught me and my brother (my bro is 5'5" tall, but we are almost mirror-like in appearance) that when the kids were throwing rocks at us to run at them. Run them down hard and fast. Don't worry about the rocks that do hit you as they probably won't stop you. I thought he was a nut himself for this advice but in 4th or 5th grade I tried it and sure enough I got through to the kid.

I hear the same thing about knives, that they are more dangerous than the guns in combat as the folks with the knives can come in quick slash you several times before you have a chance to react or draw. I don't know what I would do in this scenerio but if my old man's training comes to bear when I do get in a situation like that I would like to think that before giving thought to the ramifications of my actions that I will rush in and use everything I've got to end the guy. Teeth, pencil, keys, feet, 280 pounds...

Oh, and I'm not near 7' tall. I'm 6'7", I feel that 6'8" and above is freaky tall, I'm normal. I met a 7' cat in Iraq in the Australian army. Wow, that dude was tall, I felt small... er... short, I felt short.