it on genetics. My father was a small guy and my mother was tiny. So when
somebody describes how I look, you won't hear the words lanky or towering or
anything like that. I'm a little guy. A little guy with a big chip on his
called short man's disease. And I've got it bad.
way I compensate for my lack of height is with bulk. At five foot four, I'm one
of those guys who's as wide as he is tall. I've lifted weights all my life. I'm
a hardcore lifter, and I'm not ashamed to say that I grunt when I lift. You can
tell a lot about a lifter by how loud he grunts. And I grunt pretty fucking
loud. Believe it or not, I've actually been kicked out of gyms because of my
grunting. But I never go without a fight. A real knock-down, drag-out rumble.
Trust me, you don't want to be the guy escorting me out, because you're liable
to wind up with your teeth knocked out, or your nose splattered across your
face, or worse.
love to fight. Been fighting all my life. I specialize in tall, thin dudes.
When we fight, they think they can keep me at a distance, popping me with long
range shots. But I'm faster than I look and I get inside real quick. And then I
bomb on their asses.
ever see a video where a guy knocks somebody out and then keeps beating on the
unconscious person? Yeah, well, I'm that guy. The fight's not over when I knock
you out, or even kill you. It's over when I hear sirens, or when somebody drags
me off you. I guess that makes me a savage, but it feels good.
course, there's risk involved with that kind of aggression. I've done time for
fighting. The first time I went away, I was real nervous, but then I discovered
that prison life isn't so bad. If you can fight, that is.
longest stretch was a five year bid, after I'd given some loudmouthed prick
permanent brain damage. I still think about that guy from time to time. I like
knowing that he'll never be the same. Every time I picture him drooling, it
makes me smile.
I've been lucky. Even though I've killed people in fights, I've never caught a
murder rap. Not until a week ago, anyway. That was when my luck ran out.
was at a bar, not minding my own business. Drunk and surly, as usual. I noticed
a big guy pounding down beers alongside some skinny little dipshit. The big guy
was seriously big, too. At least six three, two forty. When they're that big,
they're always dangerous. But that's okay. I fight a lot, and I know you can't
win them all. I've had my teeth knocked out, nose broken, ribs fractured, the
list goes on and on. But that's the chance you take, right? It's a fight. Fuck
I stared this guy down for about an hour before he finally got fed up enough to
got a problem with me?" he said.
I do," I said. "Fuck you." Then I spit in his face.
something to escalate quickly? That's the way to do it.
look on the guy's face was priceless. As he wiped the spit out of his eye, I
reared back and threw a massive overhand right. The punch caught him right on
the chin. He went down, cracked his head on the floor. Lights out. One look at
him and I knew he was gonna die, which he wound up doing two days later.
I was in a bar, a public place, I didn't jump on top of him. Instead, I headed
for the exit, where I ran into his dipshit friend.
not going anywhere," the little prick said.
pair of balls, huh?
snorted, and grabbed him by the shirt. I intended to head butt him, but before
I could, he hit me with a body shot that dropped me to my knees. At first I
thought it was a punch, but then I looked down and saw blood.
little fucker had just put a knife in me.
thing I know, I'm in the hospital, charged with murder. No way I can beat the
rap, either. Not with my sheet. Soon as I'm healed up, I'm going away for life.
An all day bid.
don't feel sorry for me. I don't. Like I said, prison life isn't as bad as you
might think. In fact, if you like to fight, it becomes downright tolerable.
Besides, prisons are famous for their weight rooms, and that's where I intend
to spend as much time as possible.
like having a free lifetime gym membership.
nobody gives a fuck if you grunt.
Z. Garvey's crime fiction has appeared in Spinetingler, Thuglit, Shotgun
Honey, Out of the Gutter, and other publications. In addition to
writing, Garvey is an award-winning combat sports ring announcer and a member
of the NJ State Martial Arts Hall of Fame.