The challenge is met!
May 21st, 2004 | by Scott Jennings |I received this e-mail earlier today:
From: “Greyson M Fischer”
Date: Fri, May 21, 2004 1:41 pm
To: Scott Jennings
Regarding the notice of warrant of violence,
Hmm, that’s funny. I remember that the “short work” made of either of us was by Dana, who, in her ultimately patronistic [sic] manner, managed to make us *both* feel shamed. Either way, it matters not — it did happen. And I still have that same jacket. I wear it riding my manly harley. [sic]
[chuckle]
Obviously, I should have gone for the jugular in sixth. 
Since I have no grievance to settle with you (I *had* long forgotten that fight):
THE TIME: My convienience. [sic]
THE PLACE: Any Manhatten [sic] subway station (not the sandwich)
THE EVENT: Ass kicking.
RULES: Clean fight:
No weapons, biting, backstabbing, bitch-slapping, ass-raping, goat-loosing, kilt-wearing, girly-screaming, jehovah-witnessing, or sitting-on-the-other-person (which *doesn’t* count as “ass-kicking”).
~Greyson
P.S. - You let your *brother* do your thinking these days?
Dear Greyson,
I’ll be in Manhattan during the last week of July for the Del Close Marathon, you should join me for some world-class improvisational theater. I’ll be happy to take a few moments away from the festival to finish defending my honor. However, we will not be fighting in a train station; we’re not in the fucking Matrix, dude. I mean, come on. Seriously.
I lived in New York for a few years after college, so I’ll be happy to whoop you on my home turf. I can arrange theater space if you’d like an audience. Or I have a friend who can get a boxing ring in a gym, if that’s more your style. Either way will be fine for me, but planning a fight in a train station just seems a little… I don’t know… gay.
I agree to your other terms. They’re not funny, but I agree to them.
See you soon,
Scott
P.S. - You have a point there in your P.S.
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