Stabbed With A Broken Bottle
I
forgot about his boys surrounding me. I was too focused on not getting stabbed
with the broken bottle.
The funny thing about the Ghetto is that a life threatening situations could jump off in a half a second. An argument could turn into a fist fight and a fist fight could turn into murder. The fucked up thing is that the argument could be about anything. You stepped on my toe. You looked at my woman. You cut in front of me in line. You played too hard in a basketball game.
A muthafucker tried to kill me over a community room, pick up basketball game. In five minutes it escalated from me blocking his shot, to me almost chocking him out, to him stabbing me in the chest with a broken bottle three times.
Two things I learned about the street: Never get into a fist fight in someone else's neighborhood and there's no such thing as a fair fight. You think you're fighting one muthafucker then the next thing you know muthafuckers are throwing bottles from the windows and they're coming out of buildings throwing things and trying to hit you with shit. Lesson learned, always fight in neutral territory when possible.
Have you ever been jumped in a different neighborhood?
Read more: Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir (Volume 1)
and Ghetto Bastard 2 (Volume 2)
and at ghettobastard.com
The funny thing about the Ghetto is that a life threatening situations could jump off in a half a second. An argument could turn into a fist fight and a fist fight could turn into murder. The fucked up thing is that the argument could be about anything. You stepped on my toe. You looked at my woman. You cut in front of me in line. You played too hard in a basketball game.
A muthafucker tried to kill me over a community room, pick up basketball game. In five minutes it escalated from me blocking his shot, to me almost chocking him out, to him stabbing me in the chest with a broken bottle three times.
Two things I learned about the street: Never get into a fist fight in someone else's neighborhood and there's no such thing as a fair fight. You think you're fighting one muthafucker then the next thing you know muthafuckers are throwing bottles from the windows and they're coming out of buildings throwing things and trying to hit you with shit. Lesson learned, always fight in neutral territory when possible.
Have you ever been jumped in a different neighborhood?
Read more: Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir (Volume 1)
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