My Cousin
My cousin and I used to fight all the time. Mostly because he was a psycho when he wasn't on his medication.

When he got thrown out of his school we was transferred to mine, thus he started hanging out with my group of friends. One noon hour I had walked outside for a smoke when he shouted something at me that pissed me off, so I basically told him to fuck off. He didn't take that very well and gave me a shove, sending me, my smoke, and my shiny new discman tumbling to the ground. Fuming I stood up and swung my arm with all my weight behind it into his jaw, which triggered a rapid-fire exchanging of fists. The problem was that all of his punches landed on the top of my head, while every one of mine either landed square in the face, chest or side of head. Soon he gave up and dissapeared somewhere to pout. As I gathered my things and lit another smoke, I noticed half the school had witnessed the event, which changed everyone's impression of me. I was no longer the quiet pacifist (actually, I was just stoned all the time), but now a guy with years of pent up rage and fists of fury. Apparently.

My cousin and I never got even. A few weeks later, as he and his friends were playing D&D, I made a wisecrack about the game and his character, and he used his pencil to stab me in the fleshy bit between the thumb and forefinger. I retaliated by grabbing all the D&D hardcover books they had, piling them up and bashing them over top his head. 5 years later, he tripped me within the first minute of an impromptu rugby match, resulting in a mangled ankle, as described briefly in the 'Sacked' QOTW.

Thankfully, he seems to have lost his psychotic tendencies and is now engaged.
( Hosehead, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 16:11, Reply)