So this lunk comes at me and he's got a shiv. I can tell from the way he's holding it that he's about as familiar with it as he is with a diving suit. He's holding it all wrong with no guard. I could crotch kick him and leave him bawling like a baby with a dirty diaper.

But I don't. I laugh and tell him, "Who taught you about knives? Your mommy? That's not the way to hold a knife!" and I move to take it away and show him the right way.

But he cuts it up and holds it over his head. Now I could REALLY fix him so he never has kids, but I don't. He says, "Just keep still and turn your head. And this is how we were taught to use it in medical school."

So I do and I can feel the blood running down my cheek. He mops it up and the dame with him put a bandage on it and he tells me to follow the instructions on the sheet and he'll let me know about the biopsy next week.