Daily story, June 26, 2025

Talk turned to fights we’d been in and I realised I would have to reach back to infant school. After swinging a few tiny fists around the playground I learned how to swallow my anger, and after that I never figured out what else to do with it. The chat went round the table like a one-bullet revolver and I started to think about lying. But that got squeezed out of me in boyhood too. The only way out was to start a fight right there.