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Meez Discreet...thank you for a much needed laugh...had a rough day!
I'll fess up about a beating a got-still pisses me off because I had NOTHING to do with all of the drama.
A group of us used to ride the train home together. One of the guys R started dating this biyotch P that none of us liked (the feeling was mutual). Mad tension was bulding between P and one of my girlfriends D because P thought D was trying to break them up....well one day everyone stayed at school for a basketball game except me-I had to go straight home for some ridiculous reason....I'm on the train and P and her sister and 15 girls get on the train...I should have known something was up when they didn't get off at their usual stop...she waited until my stop and they jumped me as I was getting off the train...I mean these tricks pulled braids out of my scalp. I got home and my dad who worked nites saw me walking in the door crying-got the machete knife (yes every West Indian has a sugar cane machete in the house just in case) and marched me back to the train station...well those heffers has already gotten on the next train.
After filing a police report & cussing my friend D for not telling me that she had words with P the day before (& should have known that she was going to try something) I showed up the next day to school with more razors than Edward Scissorhands and a bat...my cousins took off from work early and met me after school with hardware...(my mom had told me explicity not to call my cousins...but hey if you got ghosts you call ghostbusters, if you had/have a head to split you called my cousins-so somehow I sneaked a call to the family to make arrangements)....in addition I was "escorted" to the train station with at least 50 people...mostly football players (I was everyone's lil sis & they were pissed). Well we were all in the train car when it pulled up to the stop the trick P usually gets on...she started talking mess until she realized how many people were in the car with me...unfortunately there was a cop at the station so I didn't have the pleasure of bashing her head in (since I had filed a report she had already gotten in trouble at school and I guess they sent a cop to make sure she didn't try anything to me again).... P tried to start a fight again with D later but backed down because there was so many of us...R was so angry about what happened they eventually broke up (not soon enough for me)...I was so angry about the whole thing I stopped hanging out with them altogether.
It was this beat down that made me a rough neck...no more getting in trouble over other people's drama and BS...if you step to me for any reason I would beat you down...no questions asked. I studied karate and bar room brawls (technique's from my cousins)....I look quiet and don't look for trouble but trust anyone that stepped to me afterwards got way more than they bargained for. Any subsequent fights ended with me as the victor(my nickname was Iron Mike...one punch and you were out).
Good thing from this is I started lifting weights so I began habits that has kept me in great shape over the years.
However I have to admit I still hate this girl...I saw her years later and she smirked at me...the ONLY reason I didn't bash her head in was because she was pregnant (and still ugly)...Lord knows I had to talk myself down because in that moment I didn't care. The last time I saw her her husband/beast had to separate us then he yelled at her-I mean she is married to someone else and still trying to rehash mess from almost 20 years ago. Heaven help her if I ever get the chance to hit her....it'll be ova.
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