Seven foot four

“Why don’t you fuck off and pick on someone your own size”
What was he going to do? Dave was ‘seven foot four’. The tallest man in the city; he’d never had a fight and was screaming with anger.
He lived with a dog and a cat and they were fighting all the time. Fights broke out all over the town everyday. Mothers beating their kids; husbands slapping their wives; drunks fighting publicans; teachers pummelling parents. You name it. It was a marvellous place. The blood flew, the teeth shattered and the jaws broke, like an orchestra of boxing insanity.
Dave, however, couldn’t get a fight for love nor money. Oh he tried; the good lord knows how he tried. He begged. He tried to pay. He even got married and bore three strapping young boys to pick his chin in a scrap or two. But poor old Dave was too tall and no one would fight him.