Post by hairymooseknuckles on Sept 9, 2011 0:04:11 GMT -5
What a summer it was too! I had just finished 7th grade. As soon as school was out, I caught a greyhound bus and hightailed it Houston. My Brother had moved to the big city to make some big bucks and I was anxious to see him. I remember my bus fare to this day as it cost me 12.20, I wonder what it would cost today? I soon made many friends at the Apartment Complex where my Brother lived. One fellow there was a couple of years younger than me, but we became good friends. John and I would roam all over looking for odd jobs to make a little money. We were much too young to work at any of the fast food places, so we did whatever we could find. People around the apartments would sometimes give us a quarter or two to take their trash to the dumpster. John was a smaller fellow, but he could sure find his share of trouble. As luck would have it, a fellow at a 7/11 store offered us a dollar if we would stack soda pop crates. I need to back up just a bit to give you some information. As we walked up to the store, there was a group of kids hanging around outside. Anyway, back to the story. The crates were inside the cooler and we were to take them out back and stack them along the fence. John went inside the store, while I starting picking up garbage and clearing a spot to set the crates. I later found out that while he was in the store, he flipped the bird to those kids standing in front of the store. In the mean time, he came running up to me with them hot on his heels. One of the boys got right in John's face and was cussing him out good. Well, since John was a smaller fellow and since I didn't know what had just happened, I told the kid to pick on someone his own size and there we stood toe to toe. Now I was always pretty scrappy, but this fellow hit me several times before I could even blink. It's the closest I've ever been to getting my backside waxed. Somehow, I managed to get him in a necklock and bulldog him. He hit the ground pretty hard and was coughing and gasping pretty good. Which was good, because I was seeing stars. In the mean time, the fellow that hired us came outside to break up the fight and told all of us to leave and never come back. They went there way and we went ours. The bad thing about it was we didn't make any money! On the way home John told me what he had done and how funny it was. He kept laughing about how many times that kid hit me before I took him down, which I didn't feel it was too funny, but later on after a day or two, I did get a laugh cause I hit John right in his nose with a basketball. Accidents happen you know.