I grew up fighting, probably have had about 30+ fights in my life, 10 as adult. So I'm not scared of an asswhooping. I've never wanted to be a tough guy or thug either. But I think all of the violence I've seen in Louisiana and DC these past few years has put me on edge. I've always had guns, but never been a hot head. I had a fist fight last year and didn't think of using it. I just keep my pistol on me bcuz shyt happens all the time.
Saturday, I was out with 3 girls and 2 other guys at this pool hall in Maryland. I was with my new lil chick, this puerto rican and another sister. This big sloppy Latino kept looking at the girls. Thirsty AF. Nobody really cared. As was were leaving, I was playfully walking my chick out of the bar like i was mad. This thristy fakkit comes and tries to be a hero. He could hardly understand what he said, it was something like "......better be glad..... Outside" I said "what?" His homeboy grabbed him and said "no bro, we don't want no problems." My people pull me away. But I was slowing moving watching him. I got a torn rotator cuff, but would still give most dudes hell, but I didn't really want to fight being only about 50%. I was thinking, if he wouldve followed me and approached me at my car. I wouldve downed him. I've seen and being around so much, I can't take no chances. Don't know what he got on him. Knife or gun or whatever. I'll have to just find out later. But right now, i'm shooting.
It's crazy how fast things can turn sour. That's why I don't bother no one, and really don't go to popular places known for ignorant BS.
Saturday, I was out with 3 girls and 2 other guys at this pool hall in Maryland. I was with my new lil chick, this puerto rican and another sister. This big sloppy Latino kept looking at the girls. Thirsty AF. Nobody really cared. As was were leaving, I was playfully walking my chick out of the bar like i was mad. This thristy fakkit comes and tries to be a hero. He could hardly understand what he said, it was something like "......better be glad..... Outside" I said "what?" His homeboy grabbed him and said "no bro, we don't want no problems." My people pull me away. But I was slowing moving watching him. I got a torn rotator cuff, but would still give most dudes hell, but I didn't really want to fight being only about 50%. I was thinking, if he wouldve followed me and approached me at my car. I wouldve downed him. I've seen and being around so much, I can't take no chances. Don't know what he got on him. Knife or gun or whatever. I'll have to just find out later. But right now, i'm shooting.
It's crazy how fast things can turn sour. That's why I don't bother no one, and really don't go to popular places known for ignorant BS.
