The Birch Show.

Hey, I don't even know what your name is. Steve.

Yeah, Steve, how you doing?

Ready to kick some ass, huh?

Yeah.

Okay, I'm going, give me a second here, because I want to read your email.

Tracy forwarded this to me, so hold on a second, because I got to pull it up.

And when did you send this to her? I guess maybe three days ago, two or three days ago. So random, but here's the email. My name is Stephen. I don't know if you're the correct person. This went to Tracy. I don't know if you're the correct person to get in touch with, but I have a situation going out of my life that I could use some other perspective on. I'm a 34-year-old man, and there's another adult male I dislike so much

I'm actually thinking about fighting this guy. I haven't been in a fight in years, like since I was a kid.

Anyway, this guy gets me so angry. We occasionally work together, sort of.

We sometimes interact at the same social events, and we have a mutual friend or two.

Nobody especially close to either us, but I know we do know some of the same people.

Anyway, I really think about clobbering this guy.

I think he wants to fight, too.

I'm curious, do people still arrange fights like back in the school days?

There's my cell phone. I'd love to hear what the bird show says and what the listeners think

and then get their advice. So, hell, maybe we'll even get the guy on the air and see why he's a jerk

to me all the time. So, Stephen? Yes. He's 34, dude. I would say, I am 34. I don't think he would be awake right now. What? Well, I want to know what, yeah, what, what, what things have happened? Tell us about your interactions with him. Yeah, what things have happened to cause you decide, you know what, you know, backyard 2 o'clock this afternoon? I'm going to give him a fat lip. Yeah. Let me say first of all, I feel kind of ridiculous that this has even kind of come up. Okay. Like a couple of years ago, this guy, like I said, we sort of move in the same social circles. Mm-hmm. And one time we were at the same place, and I accidentally broke a table.

We're like rough-housing, just being guys, being stupid.

And he made this really big deal about it.

It wasn't his table or anything like that.

But I felt bad.

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