Growing up we had a lot of family get togethers sometimes with family
that we didn't know but my dad did so we would go to some park and
eat food with people we did not know for a few hours and then head
home. After one of these trips we were coming down from a park up
Provo canyon and Matt and I were having some sort of disagreement in
the back of the car and it devolved into a full blown fight. We were
tussling in the back with my mom yelling at us to stop from the front
seat as she tried to navigate the dangerous canyon road. Sometime
during the fight I was able to get behind Matt and I was going for
the sleeper as per usual when Matt shifted it up at the last second
and instead of trying to choke the life out of him I tightened the
forearm over the bridge of his nose bloodying it badly. Matt
struggled free and was bleeding all over the back of the car and
everyone and everything in it. My mom looked back and was horrified
thinking someone was dying. Not in the 'we are all dying on along
enough time line' sort of way but in a more immediate sense. She
pulled the car over to see where all the blood was coming from and
when she saw it was a fairly harmless bloody nose she started in on
the shame and punishment phase of a fight breakup. I was actually
kind of impressed by how easily I bloodied Matt's nose and kind of
felt like a bad-a so I wasn't sorry at all and she could tell. She
called me a barbarian and a monster and those sounded like
compliments. We were separated and loaded back in the car when the
bleeding had stopped. When we got home my mom had my dad make me
sorry for giving Matt and bloody nose by way of spankings. That
worked, well kinda I was not a fan of getting spanked but I still
wasn't sad that I was such a dangerous man, rather young man, okay,
fine - boy.
