Jul 24, 2014
He made his move. I made mine. Mine was towards the pile of garments a few feet to my right. His move was towards me. I had the crucial decision whether to put on my briefs or grab the essentials before I was grabbed. He moved fast for a man who seemed to relax on life support and got hold of my arm. Was I about to enter a sparring match with this old coot? And if so, is it billable time?