Fighting for Mine

Whenever I couldn’t sleep, I trained. Over the years, my sleeplessness helped me whip myself into first-rate shape. There was a time when I used to walk when my insomnia kicked in. Even at four in the morning, I didn’t think twice about strolling through the neighborhood, hoping the buzz of the city would lull me to sleep.

But I was my father’s son.

Instead of just trudging the pavement and clearing my thoughts, I was on the prowl. Any guy who looked fight worthy was in my crosshairs. Big. Small. Black. White. No one mattered. All I wanted to do was punch the shit out of someone.