I got in a fight with my brother's ex wife, cuz he had just left her, and she comes to my house because his daughter wanted to live with her dad.She was 12 at the time.Her mom grabbed her by her braids and tried to drag her away.I warned her to let go, she didn't, so I proceeded to kick her,literally, in her ass, and grabbed her and tossed her around a bit.They say I punched her, but I don't remember, I know I didn't want to punch her because I had a boxer's fracture that hadn't healed all the way.Some of my other brother's friends were over, standing on the porch with their mouths open.One told me I was his hero afterward, lol.I tend to go off if someone fucks with my family or friends, too.It's like I go from zero to sixty like THAT.Horrible temper, if provoked.I try to just stay home and mind my own business.
Yeaaaah, I was at a party once with some roudy loudmouth teenagers.
They stole my friends alcohol, who was throwing the party, then proceeded to drink it in front of her and diss her.
Then they attacked me and my friends verbally, calling us scum and whatnot.
Then they asked my friend for a bogey,
and to them it meant cigarette,
and to him, since he's from scotland,
it means a booger,
so he picked a fine one out and offered it to them,
then they got pissed and started beefing him,
and he said he'd rumble after his beer,
so he's drinking it,
and the two guys decide to both jump him while he's drinking her back,
and I was like,
wtf,
he said he'd fight the dude beefing him,
but both of them jumping him?
I DO NOT STAND FOR THAT.
I grabbed my skateboard and just started beating them with it,
in the head and back and ribs and everything,
blood gushing out,
then I walked away because I was drunk and out of control,
and the one guy followed me,
bleeding from his head,
and trying to be tough,
"GO AHEAD FUCKING HIT ME AGAIN."
I fucking took that nigga to the ground,
no hesitation to put him on his back.
I pounded him till I deemed him unworthy of anymore attention.
That's what happens when you fuck with me or my friends.
True story.
Scary part is I was walking through the park and a bunch of cops stopped me,
and I almost shit my pants,
but they were looking for some lady who escaped from her home and had Alzheimers.
They were wearing spelunking helmets. It was weird.
My friend got a couple of welts but those bastards got what they deserved.
Don't take that the wrong way. It's just that you see things a little differently as you get older.
I'd just like to add, if I may, that most of us when we were younger (think 20s) thought and said the same thing about 'older' people.
