| Peety Popeyes |
01-14-04 09:25 PM |
Fist fights 'round here? Yeah, we have some, but mostly shootings. I did however get into a fight when I was a Freshman in High School. I was 15, and this kid James (my boi) was over my crib just chillen and watchin' some TV. So after a while we went to the ridge to play ball with a couple of friends from school that said they was gonna meet us there. So we walkin' and shit, discussin' who gonna win...normal shit. Right when we get there, I seen Kwame...this 16 year old boi, (maybe a Sophmore, not too sure) that always used to make fun of me in front of the older kids at that time. He is a decent built boi for his age, and I was a little intimidated from him. So anyways, I try to stay away so I wouldnt get made fun of. But towards the start of the game, right after we just shootin' and pickin' teams, he comes up from behind me and says "Where's Keith's shit?!" And I was like "I never had a deal with Keith." So he goes "Yes you did, he told me today, and said he trusted you in giving you the roll before the shit." So I know that I didnt sell anything to Keith this week, and not for a while, so he says to me..."Gimme it bitch." I didnt say nothing for a couple seconds, just thinkin'..."He wants it for himself." So then, I stood up for myself, and was like, "I AINT GOT ANYTHING, SO GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE NIGGA!!!" Meanwhile, James looks at me worried, like he aint never gonna see me again...Ahha!!! Everyone starts walkin' over toward us quietly, and that must have gotten Kwame mad, because he swings and knicks the top of my head as I'm duckin'. So I stand back up and walk to his face angry as hell. Everyone is talkin' under they breath and sayin' "OOOOO." So I got in his face, and he shoves me outta the way, and says "Back down lil bitch!!!" So I go towards him, and he pushes my hands away as I go to push him back, so I stop him and push him harder than I was goin' to. He stumbles back and rams his back into the metal poll. He charges at me, so I grab his shirt and throw him to the ground, and I get tossed with him. He grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me foward as he punches my square in the back of my head, which makes me fall face first to the pavement. I had a gash under my eye when I stood up, but then charged at him, and snufted him in his lower left eye...right on the cheek bone and made him go to one knee. I ran up and got him in a headlock and kept smashin' my fist into his head. My knuckles were gettin' swollen, so I stoped and backed up. He touched his head, as blood was all over his hands, and looked at me with "that stare." So I said "What", and he goes "You a bitch ass nigga" as he was walkin' towards the gate to leave. I felt so good that I stood up to the nigga that was always pickin' on me as a kid. Sort of payback. When he left, we didnt even discuss the fight, all we did was play ball, so it wasnt that big of a deal.
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