when I was in the 3rd grade I used to fill clorox containers with water and do every exercise imaginable with them to grow muscles. did similar activities throughout my grammer school years with cement, coffee cans and broom sticks. bought gloves and boxed with my brothers to try and learn to fight. fantasized about onwing a gun. thought about doing really bad things with knives. lulled myself to sleep many nights fantasizing about tying guys up so I could torture them until they died; by throwing darts at them till all life dripped out of them, or just simply punching them till they were pulverized into complete mush. yes, I had a fairly miserable go of things in my grammer school years and most of them had to do with one complete moron who I had to spend those years with - who was also one of the 2 toughest kids in our grade. he is the ONLY person in my adult life that I would feel totally justified coldcocking out of the blue for no reason whatsoever other than to avenge the child in me that was knocked into one too many walls in front of one too many crowds of laughing classmates. a current co-worker of mine is good friends with this guy's wife (someone I also went to grade school with) and a couple of years ago the report on the guy was that he had gotten into some trouble throughout his life, but he was basically doing well, and owned a couple of businesses. BAH! till yesterday... the new report is that he got busted for some kinda fairly big lowlife crime, he's doing a year and a half hard time in jail, and his lifelong girlfriend/wife just decided to finally leave him for good. I'm playing at NAMM next week.