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could hear him upstairs getting up while at the same time asking "What

the hell is going on down there!?" She couldn't say anything, she was

struggling to get up. She got back to her feet and came at me again. By

this point he was at the top of the steps. The front door was wide open.

I could have run out if I wanted to, just to stop the fuss. But I was like

"F*ck it, I’m gonna stand right here and fight." I warned her not to try

and put her hands on me. She asked, "Who do you think you are?" I

didn't say a word, I just looked at her. She reached for something to hit

me with. At this point I decided it was time to go upstairs and get my

shit and bounce. I could see part of him at the top of the steps, not all

just a part. I didn't really know what to expect at this point, I just knew

that if he wanted to go there, I was ready.

See, at this juncture it was my second year of high school. I was

playing football. My body was ripped! You really didn't want it with

me...someone should of told him that. He had that famous bat of his in

hand. When I got to the top of the steps he decided to take a swing at

my head. I caught it with my bare hand. It wasn’t goin' down like that

today, sorry to disappoint you Big Guy. I pushed it back his way wanting

to give him another chance to take a swing, but this time I was looking

him in the face. We were eye to eye, chest to chest. He said to me, "So

you think you a man now?" I didn't say a word. I just stood ready to

f*ck him up at the drop of a dime. He asked again. Still no answer. He

was trying to get the bat in his other hand but I wasn't letting that

happen. If it was gonna go down, it was gonna be fist‐to‐fist. Only thing