If a woman is hitting me....I still won't hit her.

[hunter]

168. I always wear shoes I can run in. I have a few sordid stories too.

Me, my wife and kids, we were at Disneyland when we happened upon a couple who were not happy in the "Happiest Place on Earth."

The woman was beating up on the guy, his lip and nose were bleeding, and he was just standing there taking it "like a man."

Then she bit a large chunk of meat out of his arm, arterial blood spurting, just before the Disneyland Secret Police arrived and dragged the unhappy couple backstage.

He ought to have run away long before that. He had longer legs.

I'm a committed pacifist. I have to be. The berserker genes are strong in me. My mom and many of her ancestors were berserkers. My mom's dad was a World War II conscientious objector. He probably could have killed dozens of Nazis before he fell. Instead he chose to build Liberty and Victory ships. They gave him a choice -- building ships or prison. He and my grandma were both welders.

I've run away from many potentially violent situations before the berserker in me comes out.

I once jumped out of a girlfriend's moving car. I could show you the scars. She sent my stuff back to me, UPS, in a big cardboard box, no note, nothing, and we've avoided one another ever since, about thirty years now, even crossing paths in the trades. The conflict began when she sold some of my software to the military. Then it got worse. She handcuffed her girlfriend's pimp/boyfriend to a urinal and was beating the crap out of him, and I was standing outside the men's room explaining "rough sex."

I decided then I didn't want to live like that.