I’m Gonna Handle This Shit Now

“Fuck that! You think I’m gonna let the nigger get a gun? I’m gonna handle this shit now.”

Making the adjustment from private school to public school in the South Bronx is like moving from Florida to Alaska.  In Taft High School the only class you had to worry about was Home Room where they took attendance, besides that all the trouble makers hung outside of the back of the school until they opened the door for late comers.  That's where they smoked weed, gambled, sold drugs and had multiple fist fights that always ended with threats of retaliation and vengeance.

When me and Jay got into that beef with Darrel, I knew that I could kick his ass but he wasn't the type to take an ass kicking well.  He had to sustain his rep.  The only way he could do that was to threaten to shoot me, shoot me or  kill me.  I wasn't going to let that happen.

I knew what his intentions were when he said "Somebody's gonna get shot!" and walked away, that's why I followed him.  I knew the muthafucker didn't have the gun on him and, if I had the chance, I would break his fucking fingers so he couldn't pull the trigger. 

Now, to this day, a muthafucker can't threaten me with physical or mortal harm and walk away.

Has anyone ever mortally threatened you?  How did you handle it?  How would you handle it today?

Read more: Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir (Volume 1) and Ghetto Bastard 2 (Volume 2) and at ghettobastard.com.