Circle of fri(ends)

Nigel:

I may have misjudged you. But I can't promise I won't do it again.

This is how friends are made.

Jason:

I may have misjudged you. But I can't promise I won't do it again.

This is how friends are made to last.

Fly weight

And in this corner:

A man that wants to go out fighting,
And hopes it's fighting an inanimate object.

(I think I know that won't work...)

I need something that can absorb all the shame of every fist I throw. Something that doesn't understand the frustration of being only strong enough to stand up. Something that isn't a man's son, or a mother's daughter. Something that can't hurt.
I have to do this,
so I can say that I would never hurt a fly.

The light of an imploding star

Admittedly, the writing's been a bit heavy lately, so I thought I'd lighten it up a bit, the heaviest way I can. Feel free to strike up a dense dialog.
This is Lou Reed in the best interview I've ever seen (Sydney, 1974):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mf2pF5oMdP4&feature=related

P.S. Thanks to KC for sharing.

P.P.S. This guy REALLY looks like my Dad back when. Dad's just slightly more Elvis Costello. I'll post a pic later.

How to give birth to a man

Marinate the meat.

Beat until tender.

The heart will expose itself.

Strike the heart.

Repeat as necessary.

Trivia

Dad,

Every match was one of skill, not endurance.

But, I watched Cool Hand Luke win a match by enduring. And I'm sure I can do that too.

Somewhere out there a small man is beating a woman's face into the shape of a man worthy of taking him on. It turns out, it's always my face. 

And I'm pretty sure I will win, because I will endure it.

Promising new test

I'm going to run a test here now to see whether you are listening or just linking to something more interesting:

Anything I've written from this point on can be modified. On any day, at any time.
The way I saw things yesterday might change tomorrow.
Comment on any of the changes I make.
I'd like to know the way you see it.

I assure you your respect is online.