#62-03: day, under a minute, first-person defender

This was started by four members of a gang, in school, in Capitol Heights Maryland. The Mac Daddy was a course innocent of bad intentions. (Off course he was innocent!) At the time I’m wrestlin’ one-fifty-nine; went ta the State Finals. So I’m walkin’ around at one-seventy, en these dudes all somewhat smaller.

They was tryin’ ta recruit me. Now The Mac Daddy has his [criminal] friends, but he ain’t no gang person—specially no chump school gang. They says that I got ta join or they gonna kick ma ass. So its on. Right there in the hallway on the top floor.

I was doin’ okay with the punches, but I was caught out in the open. Eight hands ‘gainst two just ain’t happenin’. So I decide to do somethin’ drastic to preserve the situation. I look fo the smallest chump—short dude—grab the back of his head, en ran him past me en threw him into the wall. However, unknown to The Mac Daddy, [For he had only attended this school for three years, and could not be expected to pick up on all of the girly architectural details.] is the fact of a window, which this chump go through and land on the pavement [two-stories] below.

That ended that. The school police had us in cuffs. The dude had broken hip, jaw, concussion and dislocated shoulder. I could a been in serious trouble—should a seen how bad this dude looked when they wheeled him into court. But this older lady teacher saw the whole thing and testified on my behalf.