So here’s the thing: So I had a dream the other night where I was at a baseball game and there was a guy who was pissing people off because he was littering in the stadium. I went up to him and told him to cut that shit out and he said he wanted to fight me. I said alright, meet me outside the stadium after the game. He said okay, then I got really scared and left before the game was over so I didn’t have to fight him. Now, when I woke up, I can’t tell you the state of my self esteem. I chickened out of a fight, IN MY DREAM, that’s pretty weak. I’ve always known I was a coward, but I thought that I would least be a man in my dreams. I need a new purse.