The other day I had been walking around Clarksville visiting a friend. I came across a guy, about sixteen maybe seventeen, trying to take this younger kids bike. We were on a pretty much deserted street so I went up to the two and told the older kid off. He didn't say anything just left. The younger kid thanked me and rode home as fast as his little legs could carry him. I felt good about myself. Like I had done something important, that was until I saw the same guy and another about the same age coming toward. I knew this wouldn't be good but I didn't think things would get carried away. I mean who the hell starts random street brawls these days? I'd tell you if I knew their names.
Before any of them even said anything the new guy lashes out with a punch to my chin. I did not expect this at all. I fall back and the other guy kicks out at me. I don't even remember much about what happened, detail wise anyways but I remember grabbing one of their legs and throwing them backwards. I think he hit his head on the way down because he didn't seem to be getting up by the time I was confronting the other guy. He punched at me, I grabbed his arm as it hit my side and swung at him. I throw him to the ground and laid into him. After a couple minutes I got up. His friend was getting up with a little blood on hhis head. He helped his friend up and they left. I stood there for about ten minutes thinking about what had just happened. Eventually I called for a ride and went home. My cousin had picked me up and he asked me what had happened. I looked in the mirror and saw my nose was bleeding, my gums had ripped, my chin had a cut, and I could already feel the bruise coming in on my side. I told him the first thing that popped into my head. I fell out of a tree.
Later that night when I was laying in bed I realized something. I would do the whole damn thing over if I had to.
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