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One surprising event happened to me yesterday, I go into a fight! That is a fight with real fists and punches thrown. What is even more surprising it was with a friend of mine.

The story goes thusly: this guy, long time pal, is going through one of those painful divorces. He is now living alone, paying a fortune to his separated wife, drinking, and feeling depressed. So I was chatting to him yesterday, trying to help, being the good friend, then he starts punching me. It may have been something I said, but I think he was ready to pop, he was just looking for an excuse.

I immediately and instinctively started throwing punches back. In true masculine style we then started exchanging harder punches. After a few seconds I came to my senses, realised that this could end badly, and then went in and hugged the poor guy, and told him to calm down and think. After a second or two he did.

We said a few words and then I departed. Last night we spoke on the phone, exchanged apologies and so forth. Things are almost back to normal.

I will add that I found the punch exchanging rather exciting. Rather 'Fight Club'. I have a few bruises but feel just fine.