I was in a fight today.
One of the power windows in my car stopped working, so I took it in for repair. I left, and missed my turn to head back to where I am staying for the moment (I'm still getting used to this area of South Florida). When I realised I had done so, I took the first left that I thought would lead me back to the correct road; it didn't - it ended in a culdasac. In the culdasac were 4 blacks that immediately started-in with that funny peacock-like thing they do. I began to round the circle, and they started shouting "white mother f***er" etc. etc. I paid no mind and continued in my turn. And then a glass bottle smashed against the back windshield. I stopped the car, pulled up the emergency brake, centered myself, got out of the vehicle, and took off my shirt. Of course, the first thing that they see is a chest-wide tattoo of this: [a black-sun wheel].
One of them says "Oh muthuh f***uh are YOU in the WRONG place!" - another says "dat look like my RIMZ!" (not sure what this means) and started laughing (see: I'm spelling like they talk), and walks toward me, then swings. I back my head away; he misses; and I smack him in the face. Same thing happens a few more times before he tries to tackle me at the waist. Which, you see, is a NO NO, as SuuT's forte is his take-down defence, submissions, and ground and pound. I relaxed my centre of balance, fell into his tackle, and shifted him into a kimora, slid him in and out of various ankle and wrist locks and a rear naked choke just to play. I let him go, and stood up and asked him if he was done. "FUCK YOU!" and another dive at my mid-section was his answer, and I noticed that the others were starting to walk toward me. So I let him eat my knee on his way into my waist, pick him up, and slammed him unconscious on the road. THe others just stopped and stared in seeming disbelief.
I looked at them and said,"you know, I think I was in exactly the right place today". I got in my car, released the break, and drove away.
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