I knew how to fight. I had a older homie I used to hang around after my people split. He was a WWF fanatic. Getting out of the ‘Boston Crab’ is a bitch. Boxing was just geometry to me. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, right? That wasn’t hard to pick up. I wasn’t “hood” though. Not really. 

       My aunt bought me a skateboard, and I hated the thought that some onlooker might steal it while I was whoopin’ somebody’s ass over something I probably didn’t wanna be involved…