I do not know how my parents met, but my sister said she met her future husband on a dock in Florida with a chain in his hands fighting people, which my mom said she is the wild child, who liked to fight, and would trash women, and would even fight men which she hit one man in the head with a bottle, put her keys poking out between her fingers and hit a bouncer at a club, chased her girlfriend with a bat, was at the hospital with my other sister visiting my mom, and she hit my sister in the hospital and knocked her down, and the other sister could fight good too, and her husband would bet women at the bar that my sister could beat them, and the list goes on and on.
My sister and husband were a tag team fighting team, which we were at the park, which you can drink alcohol there, and he did something, but I do not know what he did, but the cop had his hands behind his back, and he said if you are going to arrest me, arrest me, but if not let me go, and he flipped the cop, and the cop let him go, and got in to it with my supervisor at work, and kicked him in the butt while he was getting in to the car, and then pulled in behind him, and would not let him back up, and as he was banging his car in to his car, and then went to his apartment and sliced his tires, and another time got in to it with a biker, the roughest biker gang around, and sliced all their motorcycle tires, and went to one of those pull up sliding door stores, and roasted his tires until smoke was all over the place, and the list goes on and on.
My dad beat up 2 of my uncles, but not blood uncles, and liked to fight, but he was never abusive to us, but always liked to be funny, and there is 11 children in the family.
Which the purpose of the story is I am not like that at all, but was always kind, and did not want to fight for I thought is was not the right thing to do, but they never looked at me like I was a wimp for being so mellow among war mongers, for I lifted weights a lot, and was in to exercise, and when I was in school, my friend said Matt, you and Tom both lift weights, but he thinks he is big and bad, and you do not but act cool to everybody, and was called the eighth wonder of the world for my strength.
But I never was like that liking to fight people, and I was thinking that I was rougher and tougher than them all, and I did not act like that.
And they do not go to Church, but never think I am a wimp for living for the Lord, and even mention God once in a while now.
But it is strange that people with a high I.Q, will not brag, and then people with an average I.Q. will brag, and people in the strong men competition will not brag, and seem to be humble, and then people that are not that strong brag.