Ive got a better one then that.
A Mexican gangster (also a boxer/ weight lifter) assaulted me at college unprovoked . He was jealous . I guess I was kind of a show off and he didn't
like it. I drove my 1930 cherry Burgundy maroon Model A ford with a rumble seat and gray velvet interior to class a couple times, and my 1971 Cherry
Chevelle hot rod, and my 4 wheel drive Suburban, and I "dressed to kill" in slick clothing, real alligator boots... You get the picture.
The teacher tells me that guy has it out for me. I had never even spoken to him, nor insulted, nor argued with him. One day, while I had both hands
full, I hear him behind me state that I had stolen his 2 dollar bondo board. As I turned round, stating that I would never steal from anyone and he
was welcome to see the receipt that I had in my Van to prove it, ( I forgot the van. 73 GMC , cherryed out, no window, panel van, Teak parkay
hardwood floor ,T-top sunroof, hand made custom stainless one of a kind grille, with miter cut, silver soldered brass tubes, oh, and hot rod engine.
So as I turned, hands full, this guy leaps at me with a right jab, with a big gold ring, and knocks me to the ground, cutting my mouth open below my
lower lip, so you could see inside my mouth with it closed. He then took off running. He ran around the corner, then doubled back into a large group
of Hispanics who were sitting eating tacos on the greenbelt, as if he represented all of them.
I picked myself up, and began walking toward him. I pointed at him as I walked, saying " YOU DONT EVEN KNOW ME! In an instant, the assistant teacher,
who was a black belt in Praying mantis style martial arts, was between us. In less then one minute, campus police were there arresting him. I gave a
statement to the cops, then went to the hospital to get stitched.
I then proceeded to tell everyone I knew that he would not be alive very long. I was not threatening to harm him though.
This is private but I will tell you anyway. I had prayed to God in Yashua's name and forgave him as required.
31 days later I get a call from work. Its my boss, frantic, out of breath, asking "what was that guys name who hit you"? Was it R-----o S-------o? I
said yes. He exclaimed " He has been shot dead by the Police!
Everyone I had told looked at me looked at me in a different way, many with an awe or fear. Even my best friends and mate.
So then the Police came to my door. Detectives. They said " We need you to help us. We need you to testify that this guy was a real bad dude, and we
had to shoot him". I said " You want me to testify against a dead gangster. You are crazy, and furthermore, you never did anything to help me". They
said oh yeah we did. He was in court that morning on 2 charges. One was hitting you, and the other was for a drive by shooting from the car.
He went out that night with his friends and brother, using meth and alcohol, and attempted to carjack a female off duty cop. She escaped and brought
back the boys in blue. He attacked the cop who was cuffing his brother, kicking him into a chain link fence and was shot by the partner and commanded
to stay down. He answered OK, but jumped up again and went at the officer. The cop emptied his service pistol right into his chest.
There was an open casket viewing right down the road from where I work, and I went and stood over him, and saw that stupid little grin they left on
Everything I have told you is true.
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