fuck that gang shit. whenever i get into a fight, i know im comin out stab, cut, and death free. if these tales are true, yall take it way too far.

but i got two...

one was on Monday night...three days ago. this dude Tony that went to my school was about 6'1, 230 easily. we were cool the whole time that i was going there (few weeks), but that night he mustve smoked himself retarded or something..

i walked into class and sat down. Then Tone started flippin quarters at me , of course, since he was a friend of mine, i tried to turn the other shoulder. i told him 'knock it off homo befo' i bust a cap yo'. thats how we fuck around, talk all gangsta.. but anyway, he persisted with his flinging. i got up out of my chair and hit him in the shoulder and told him to 'fucking stop faggot.' Tone doesnt take well to yelling, so he stood up when i sat back down and smacked me in teh back of the head. i was pissed. the teacher saw the commotion and said 'KNOCK IT OFF NOW!' the first thing that popped into my head was 'Ill knock it off alright. Knock his fuckin head off', which is of course what i said. Tone just started swinging on me, got about 3 or 4 good ones in before i gathered myself enough to block his next. i swept his punch away, stepped in, kneed him in the balls, then twisted his arm behind his back. the adrenaline was flowing then, and i wasnt about to let up.. i kept applying more and more pressure as Teach was trying to pull me off.. he finally got me off probably about 35 secs later.. as soon as i let go of his arm, i felt something smash me in the back of the head and i hit in the ground.. Tone had hit me with his pipe and then pushed the teacher on the ground.. i was out of it.. he was trying to kick me in the face and i was too fucked up to block..

thankfully, my friend that has been my friend since the 6th grade was just across the hall.. i never even saw him come in but next thing i knew Tone was on the ground covered in blood and Ross ( my friend) was being pulled back by security. i got a back ass lump still, and Tuesday i awoke to a splitting headache. i was expelled on the spot, as was Tone. Ross got suspended for 3 days. thank god they didnt call the cops, and thank god no bones were broken.


another time, at a New Years Eve party in 2001, i was at my best friend Bobbys house. he lives roughly 70 miles from here in a shitty ass little town called Ellicott. anyways, Bobby was with this girl for almost two years then, and he told me that he honestly loved her. Bobby was on the football team so most of them were at the party. there was this guy there, Julian. This big ass gang-bangin Mexican. he got a scholarship to MSU to play Left Tackle. Dude was easily 6'7 340. i met him a few times before this, and from what i understood, Bobby and him were cool. but, Julian chose to get drunk that night and start runnin his mouth off. he was like "Id fuck Yasinia (Bobbys girl). and if it came down to it, id beat Bobbys ass to fuck her." well, needless to say, Bobby didnt like that too much.. he went to his room, got his baseball bat, walked outside and smashed the windshield of Julians Firebird. Julian got up and rushed him. he tried to swing the bat but he was too quick and tackled him to the ground and started swinging. Bobby is roughyl 5'9 140... so i had to do somethin.. we were all a little drunk/high but my decision making skills werent exactly up to par. i started running over and right when i was about to elbow Julian in the back of the head, one of Julians Mexican friends pushed me from behind. i fell over Julian and was fucked.. next thing i know, im getting stomped by a bunch of fuckin Mexicans. the bad thing is, nobody even did shit. if i saw 6 or 7 Mexicans stompin some dudes id help em...but all the dudes there were chicken shit. they beat our asses, threw us in the back of a truck, drove us down to the football field, stole my shoes, stole my walltet, but i was broke so w/e...took all of Bobbys clothes, dumped us and left. i was too fucked up to care. Bobby woke me up next morning and said that we had to get back to his house and clean up before his mom got home. so, we walked 3 miles in the snow, me barefooted him wearing boxers, half-hungover, faces brutalized... only to get home and find that not only had his mom gotten home, but also that Yasinia was out with Julian. even though she wasnt mine, i will NEVER trust another female again.