This story was published as a part of the Only fools die of heartbreak collection by Equus Press. Kirby and I made a few efforts to punch and slap each other, but in short order it ended up being little more than wrestling. We had taken it out of the topless Russian mafia pub, across the street to the park. We fell to the ground. Kirby had a brief burst of fury, during which I seriously wondered if he would try to bash my head against a cement curb. But my neck and shoulders were strong enough to withstand the assault, and he soon ran out of gas. I rolled him over and pinned him to his back. A few