This is a story of when I got into a fight when I was a kid and it’s a subject that I have not yet seen in this forum. I’m not a very good writer, like Mike Descado, so excuse the grammar.
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When I was about 17 years old, I was hanging out with the wrong group of kids, we partied and smoked weed before, during and after school everyday. I was a thief, liar and a troublemaker in the community.
Anyways, I stole $300 from my Step Dads girlfriend one weekend; I found out afterwards, it was part of her rent. I was spending the money on useless stuff, I guess I didn’t want to buy material things that my Dad would ask where I got the money to buy it with. I went to school and asked a friend if he could sell me an 8th of pot, and he agreed to have it for me the next day at school. He brought the Bud in a cigarette tin and I put it in my locker. I went to class, I was a bit nervous about having Pot in my locker, when class ended, it happened to be a class that was right by my locker. The teacher came out of the classroom while I was grabbing my jacket and he noticed the Cigarette tin... Smoking is not allowed in school, so he grabbed it and asked what it was. I was scared when he opened it; he looked at it and asked if it was "Grass". I didn’t reply to his response and he told me to go back into his class. Anyways, long story short, a cop came and took me home to my dads. I gave the name of the student that sold me the pot, and the next day, the cop questioned the student about the pot. I ratted the kid out, and I knew I was in deep $hit. I knew I was going to get my A$$ kicked for ratting out a drug dealer.
This is where fighting becomes more then just fighting, I was dealing with someone that I knew and I knew the people he hung out with and he knew the people that I hung out with. I saw him and his friends on a daily bases at school and around the neighborhood... This wasn’t some stranger off the street; it was someone that everyone knew very well. I was afraid to come out of my house unless I was with my friends, but even some friends started to turn on me because I got the cops after a friend of a friend... I didn’t know who to trust. One day, the only day I wasn’t with a friend (I was tired of being scared), I wanted to visit my older brother at his new house. I made it to his house okay, but when I left, I was walking thru an alley by an orchard, then some kid yelled out my name and started running towards me, I didn’t know the guy so I nervously kept walking, when he got close, I turned around and I got suckered punched that made me fall to the gravel. Then he started $hit kicking me while I was down. Then he yelled "Get up!!!" he backed off and let me up, I heard and saw his friends down the street yelling at me to fight back. I felt that if I fought back that his friends would jump in. So, I was just this kid’s punching bag. He laid in some good punches on my face. I was a bit dazed from that first sucker punch, but I remember that when I stood up, he was punching my stomach, so I would block low, then he would punch high, then I would try to block high, then he would strike low. All I was doing was trying to block, unsuccessfully. I came home that night with some wicked looking goose eggs and a chipped tooth.
So, the reason why I didn’t fight was that I didn’t want to be beaten up even more if I tried to fight back. I was somewhat relieved, in a way, that this finally happened and this kid and his witnesses would know that I gotten what I deserved and there is no need for further punishment. At the time, I think the plan worked, because life was back to "normal".
This is a story that I have learned a lot from and I will never make the same mistakes again. I think I have changed as a person because of this experience.
So, kids, say no to drugs and don't be a rat, or you'll really get a beat down.
The End.
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