Just a few weeks ago I got into a fight with my upstairs neighbor. I live with my wife, this puerto rican couple live upstairs from us. They have two kids and make so much fucking noise it upsets my wife. So I bang on the ceiling to rattle them a bit. A few weeks ago I come home from a kick ass chest and shoulders workout - just burnt them up and was strong as hell, but it left me tired. I come home and eat a hugh supper - just stuffed myself and felt lethargic. Then I take a zanax and about a half hour later I'm fucking my wife. I was on the fourth week of fina and omnadren, put on about 20 lbs and was always breathing heavy, short of breath. It takes me about a half hour to come, and I pull out and bang on the ceiling. The guy comes running down and I go run to put on some PJ bottoms and a t-shirt and was in my socks (big mistake). I am about 260 and hes about 215, no way did I think he would mess with me. I answer the door and there we are standing nose to nose. Then the fucker pushes me. I charge him and push him about 5 feet back and follow it up with a right to his eye. That was pretty much the end of the fight. He came back at me and was trying to wrestle me down. He couldn't do shit but neither could I - my feet were slipping all over the carpet every time I'd try to pick him up or throw him down. He ended up with a welt and a black eye, and I had blisters on the bottom on my feet. A lesson I learned there was don't fight without shoes on. And I should have popped him a few more times right off the bat. I guess I'm getting too nice in my older years and too afraid of doing too much damage and getting sued.