I Balled Up My Fist and Struck Him

Just as Teddy finished that sentence, I balled up my fist and struck him in the middle of his face as hard as I could, knocking him to the ground.

In the ghetto, you have two type of men.  There are fighters and then there are talkers.  It's a gift when you can fight and talk. The weak men are usually the talkers. They become little comedians if necessary to get out of any situation.  They also sell wolf tickets.  They try to bluff their way out of physical conflicts.

A fighter can't talk and a talker can't fight.  So when a talker tries to bluff his way to make you think he can fight, he's gonna have to fight.  A fighter is going to do what a fighter does.  The talker gets his ass kicked.

Teddy was trying to bluff me.  Let me know what was going to happen to me if something happened to him.  He wanted to scare me with his words.  But, I'm that type of muthafucker that makes you prove it.

To sum it up, if a robber is sticking me up with a gun in his pocket, I have to see the gun.

Does anyone know a talker?  Which are you, a talker, a fighter or both?


Read more: Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir (Volume 1) and Ghetto Bastard 2 (Volume 2)

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