by Richard C. Russell
My right hand, over his right shoulder, gripped his chin. My left hand was on the right side of his forehead, fingertips just above his ear. With a powerful twisting motion, I pulled his chin up to the right, while at the same time, I snapped his head back. Finally, I heard a crunch sound. I must be out of shape. I use to do this all the time. Joe was back. They should have left him alone.