![]() I remember she brought home this random tape one night, and you gotta remember back in the ’90s you didn’t know WHAT you were getting into with the VHS tapes. On Fridays, if I made it through the week without trying to choke anybody out in my elementary school, my reward was Chinese food and a wrestling tape. My mother used to go to VideoVision in the Bronx - not Blockbuster, we’re talking VideoVision, the mom-and-pop shop with the cat behind the counter and the ADULT section - and she didn’t know what she was doing so she’d grab anything that said wrestling on it. The only thing that could keep me calm was wrestling tapes. Well, guess what it made me? From the minute my uncles taught me how to throw a punch when I was 11 years old, I was out on the streets swinging for the fences. ![]() It either makes you soft or it makes you into a maniac. Seriously, in the second grade I remember hearing, “Hey, get this spic outta here.” When I was in the Irish part of the neighborhood it was, “Hey, what’s up spic.” And when I was in the Puerto Rican part of the neighborhood it was some other nonsense. I was half Irish, half Puerto Rican, so I was getting it from all sides. The only thing that saved me from jail was the fact that I was so young. They’re trying to teach us the New Testament and I’m trying to German suplex a motherf*cker into the chalkboard. I’m smacking the dude with books, folders, everything. And we were in religion class, as a matter of fact. Right in the middle of class - papers flying everywhere, teachers screaming, kids jumping up on the desks. Dude drops his books and charges into the room and straight up bull rushes me. Now, this is Yonkers, so we’re not meeting outside in the parking lot after lunch or whatever. I’m full of testosterone, piss and vinegar, so I pop right up out of my chair like, “What’s up?” The next day, I’m sitting in class and I see the dude walking in the hallway. ![]() I literally couldn’t even tell you what it was about. When I was in the 10th grade, I got into a beef with this kid over some stupid neighborhood bullshit. I’ve been out of my mind since before I can remember. ![]() For most of my life, I thought I was crazy. ![]()
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