The Last Fight

Peb and I fought many a fight in our day. The last one I remember was in American Fork, Utah in the rental home we lived in while the house was being finished. I don't remember how it started, or what it was about, but I remember it ending with me standing next to Trevor's car outside holding his CD with a rock to it. He was standing in the doorway with my backpack upside down, still holding it shut, but ready to let it go. We stood still like this for a few seconds, and then I made the move, scratch! He dumped my bag and started chasing me...