I almost got into a rumble today in a convenience store. A young punk brushed up against me and he verbally expressed himself not in a cussing manner. I didn’t say anything I just looked at him without fear in my eyes. And I was amazed that the confrontation didn’t raise my blood at all. What he didn’t know that I had already choreographed my Karate moves if he continued to mouth off. Some individuals think that if you’re older you don’t know how to defend yourself. So if my fist didn’t do the job I had a golf club in my car, normally I would have had a metal bat but it was taking up to much room. Apparently you need to ride with a loaded gun, to take down the street trash.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 22:34:19 +0000