It's a scary world. Sometimes, in order to face our fears, we put up a defense mechanism. Act the part of the tough guy. But it's all a futile effort, because there is no tougher guy than God. Fists are nothing against the boulders he may or may not be able to make so heavy he can't lift. A broken bottle is naught against the power of thunderbolts, or the slow decay of entropy. When he asks you to say uncle, you shout "Yes Sir, Uncle God, may I have another." This is a story about a woman who thought she could out-bully the original bully, out-gangster the original gangster, out-asshole the original ass-hole. This is a story of humility and the vast, vast collateral damage it took to teach her a lesson.
