The punch hit me square in the jaw. It was a good, solid punch with a nicely trained swing. My jaw felt like it was on fire. My own blood was the extinguisher.
The second hit landed just above my eye. Oh great, I thought. A shiner for the road. I blinked uncontrollably, forced back a tear and then instinctively swung, landing my one and only punch right next to his ear.
My stomach was next, followed by my chest, and only after another punch to the head—this time his fist met