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Originally posted by Hannibal Barca View PostDo you box, or are you just able to fight; and he, like most, was a punk?
Then a few years later, we moved to white suburbia. That's where most of the racism was. I was no wimp but I got picked on a lot. I was one of those lessons kids learned about the hard way about picking on the wrong guy.
Yeah, He was a punk. As soon as the football team saw how much smaller I was, they laughed at him.
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Originally posted by SnoopySmurf View PostI learned to fight at an early age coz I had to. I was an immigrant and we moved right into a poor neighborhood.
Then a few years later, we moved to white suburbia. That's where most of the racism was. I was no wimp but I got picked on a lot. I was one of those lessons kids learned about the hard way about picking on the wrong guy.
Yeah, He was a punk. As soon as the football team saw how much smaller I was, they laughed at him.
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Originally posted by Hannibal Barca View PostWhere'd you live it in the states?
i gotta say, in the black neighborhood, even though they were racist against Asians, once you earn their respect, it carries over into the other apartment complexes and no one messes with you.
In the suburbs, the neighbors rarely knew each other so no matter how much fight for respect you do, other people still disrespect you.
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Originally posted by SnoopySmurf View PostMaryland. I moved to a black neighborhood in 1974.
i gotta say, in the black neighborhood, even though they were racist against Asians, once you earn their respect, it carries over into the other apartment complexes and no one messes with you.
In the suburbs, the neighbors rarely knew each other so no matter how much fight for respect you do, other people still disrespect you.
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It was sop****re year in college. I have a friend who's always needing to prove himself-always getting into arguments with people but never taking it to that next level.
So one night after the club, we head across the street to Pita Pit. Some punk-looking dudes had a dog in there and it barked and tried to go after my friend. My friend, instinctly jumps, and probably feeling a lil bit embarrassed with a tad of liquid courage went off on the guys with the dog. I drag him outside and the guys keep barking, while we walk to the car. I'm like "**** it. You wanna go back?"
So I drive back to where they were. My friend confronts them, and i'm just barely out the car, not expecting much. One guy charges me, throws a looping right hook, I duck, and throw a straight right. The guy drops to the ground clutching his nose, profusely apologizing to me. He's done, so I go to help my friend and next thing I hear is someone yelling "Knife! Knife! They got a ****in knife!" Needless to say, we got in the car the and dipped out as fast as we could. I don't fuk with knives. **** getting stabbed.Last edited by -The Glove-; 05-19-2010, 12:17 PM.
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