Friends don't stab each other in the leg (or thigh, ankle, bicep, chin and palm... for that matter). They don't make each other bleed... or if they do, they say that they're sorry. Ok, I know I smashed in your brother's face when I landed on him after jumping over the mud slush near Breast Hill, but it was an accident... and he sliced my calf open in revenge. I still think you're beautiful, but I need some distance and space. I have some hiker friends behind me... can you do me a favor and knock off the violence?