hrmm violent stories...
this one time i was like 11 probably. well more like 13 actually..
I was at these bike trails down by the deleware canal off of crown st. in morrisville.
Most of the time it was just me and my friend dumb enough to hit this jump. But every once in a while some schmuck would come down acting tough and just hit it when he rolled down the hill the first time... Usually ended up eating it really bad like going over the handle bars.... so anyway these black kids come down and the one hits the jump clears it and rolls over to us..
Im thinking hes cool since he just cleared a 5 foot kicker with no problem. He asks my friend if he could try his redline (it was badass back in the day). And of course our naieve asses let him try it.. the other kid he rolled down with starts shooting the shit with us and we dont realized that the kid just f'n booked with the bike....
So my buddy jumps on his bike and rides as far up the hill as he can then runs it up the rest of the way..
I ask the kid still sitting on his bike if he knew the kid.. he fucking lies like an asshole and says... Nope... i just sucker punched him right in his fucking temple.. (was aming for the jaw) he falls down calls me a few names begins to get up and i start kicking him.. he was a lil bigger than me lol.
So anyway i just leave after a few kicks i had no problem with him i just didnt want him jumping me from behind.
Now im up the hill and riding towards the bridge.... Calhoun st to be exact i stop and tell the guard that my friends bike was just stolen and we were going over to get it.
I ride my bike over and the guard yells at me b/c your not supposed to ride on the side of the bridge... I get over and see a group of kids running towards a house and assume thats where my buddy is....
I get there and am shocked to see my friend holding his own against three or four kids his size. He saw me ride around i drop my bike at the beginning of the alley and he lunges for his bike which was laying down..
Somebody crossfaces him and knocks him down.. i run over push the kid that just hit him pretty hard i think he smacked his head off the ground then some kid starts punching my kidneys... i turn punch in face and begin to realize this was a stupid idea... now there are about 6 kids circling/fighting w/ us.
My friend and i both know they arent about to LET us walk outta there so he begins to have a tug of war with his bike... im pretty much just standing there with my hands up but nobody is even trying to fight me.. then i get smashed in the back of the head and pushed into the asphault.. fucked up my nose really bad. not broken just scraped. my buddy eventually rips the bike free and just books... im fucking pissed at this point get a nice lil adrenaline rage and just push the kid off my back as i stand up... get punched in the back as i turn to run and just start running faster the alley was probably 20 yard long.. grab my bike and pedal my white ass back to morrisville where at the end of the bridge my friend is waiting hes pretty battered looking black eye scraped chin... i had pretty bloody nose and shirt but insisted we go back and fuck them up!~! i was stupid back then.
We go to his grandmothers house (she was a military nurse) she patches us up and we go about our business like it never happend. Just another day in the burbs...
