when i was 11 my 2 cousins and I started hanging out that summer, we would ride our bikes all over the neighborhood and the nearby park. so one time we decided to ride into a neighborhood we had never been to, so we immediately see a brand new shiny bat laying by someone's bike. there was some kids nearby (the bat was probably theirs)
but we figured they were standing far away enough for one of us to race by and grab the bat and bike our asses out of there without getting caught.
so the youngest cousin (shorty) volunteered to pull of the crime of the century and grab the bat of the ground while on his bike. we would be following close by.
shorty swoops by, grabs the bat and immediately one of the kids yells out (yooo thats my bat! bytch)
all 3 of us are biking at top speed when all of a sudden this big fat puerto rican dude comes out of nowhere and grabs shorty by the shirt, because shorty was going fast, his shirt got stretched out a lot when he grabbed him (shyt looked like he was wearing an alvin and the chipmunks snuggie)
we immediately turn back and go to assist our breh
it turns out the puerto rican dude was the kids dad and had seen us grabbing the bat
so now we get into it, like 5 or 6 kids and the dad are punching us, and hitting us with a broom of all things.
I remember picking up a milk crate and slappin 2 dudes in the face at the same time on some 3 stooges fighting style
then someone punched me dead in the side of the head, you ever been punched so hard, you start contemplating your life path
luckily though the dad tripped while giving us the beats and fell on top of 2 of the kids fighting us
that gave us enough time to get on our bikes and get the fukk out of there
good times brehs, good times. summer of 96 was a glorious time to be a kid.
but we figured they were standing far away enough for one of us to race by and grab the bat and bike our asses out of there without getting caught.
so the youngest cousin (shorty) volunteered to pull of the crime of the century and grab the bat of the ground while on his bike. we would be following close by.
shorty swoops by, grabs the bat and immediately one of the kids yells out (yooo thats my bat! bytch)
all 3 of us are biking at top speed when all of a sudden this big fat puerto rican dude comes out of nowhere and grabs shorty by the shirt, because shorty was going fast, his shirt got stretched out a lot when he grabbed him (shyt looked like he was wearing an alvin and the chipmunks snuggie)
we immediately turn back and go to assist our breh
it turns out the puerto rican dude was the kids dad and had seen us grabbing the bat
so now we get into it, like 5 or 6 kids and the dad are punching us, and hitting us with a broom of all things.
I remember picking up a milk crate and slappin 2 dudes in the face at the same time on some 3 stooges fighting style
then someone punched me dead in the side of the head, you ever been punched so hard, you start contemplating your life path
luckily though the dad tripped while giving us the beats and fell on top of 2 of the kids fighting us
that gave us enough time to get on our bikes and get the fukk out of there
good times brehs, good times. summer of 96 was a glorious time to be a kid.