Temper

We get into an argument, and he ends up on top of me. The best strategy in those days was to get on top of your opponent. They would be flat on the floor, and you would pin the arms with your legs. You have two free arms, and they have nothing. My brother wants me to submit. Pain won’t work. He can’t go too far, because Mom will kill him. His last resort is to dangle spit over my face. Needless to say, I end that day with a wet face.