Younger brother was taunting me when we were younger. I took the bait and chased him. Threw a punch at my brother when he was at the other end of a glas-windowed door, which he locked. Piece of glad lodged in his forehead, I cut the tendon of my right thumb. Nearly lost use of my thumb, but avoided that luckily.
He never so much as scoffed my way again.
