 Don't mess with me, kid. Where I was raised, it had to be tough. Same with me. I had to fight all the time. Me, too. All the time. It was nothing but fists, fists, fists. Really? Sure. I was 12 years old before I knew I had fingers. Ah, those childhood memories. You know, I'll never forget them. Yeah, I remember when I first learned to tie my shoelaces. Seems like only yesterday. What yesterday? It was this morning.