The knife did not waver. It was one of those big Bowie knives with a blade as big as a Subway Footlong. The man that held the knife demanded that I obey his commands to hand over my wallet. It was at this moment that I was grateful for my homie Wild Bob. Wild Bob taught me how to wrestle bears. He is also a sumo instructor and he saved me from a man who was angry at us.

The incident with the angry man is an exciting story. So it was nighttime in Dodge City and there this little guy, maybe 4 feet tall. He was a small guy with a big attitude. We walked in the post office. Bob is planning on getting his mail. While Bob is elbow deep into his mailbox, this little guy who was named Larry, starts walking over to me and talking tough. He pulls