One of the neighbors must have called the police. It seemed like no matter how many times I hit the man, how many times I knocked him down, Dan still kept jumping up and swinging at me. He was like a character in a video game that just wouldn't die. Even when a couple of uniformed officers burst into the living room, he was still raving like a mad man and trying to get at me.
By that time, my mother had come to and was sitting on the couch in bleary-eyed horror, watching her husband and her son pummel each other. She did nothing and stayed quiet while we were handcuffed and dragged out of the apartment. Dan was stuffed into the back of one squad car, and I was put in the other. Because both of us were pretty bloody, we were taken to the emergency department at the local hospital before th
