Friday, November 14, 2003

Wednesday morning, the office manager at Jefferson received a call from the mother of a kid named Jonathan. Jonathan had forgotten to pick up his jacket after recess, and he apparently told his mother that I had picked it up and put it somewhere. I had seen the jacket laying on a bench, but I didn’t know who it belonged to, so I didn’t touch it. According to the office manager, the mother rudely demanded to be given the jacket back.

Wednesday afternoon, bigmofo enters Jefferson. It’s Jonathan’s father. Great. 🙂 It just so happens that Jonathan’s father is the same big, black, ghetto mofo who wanted to fight with me back in mid-July. I guess I love a bit of excitement in my life; instead of leaving the area, I approached Sanchez, the guy he was talking to, but I didn’t intervene in their conversation. I stood a few feet away.

The guy then turned his head and said something to me. I got closer and said, “What did you say?” He repeated himself, “Do you remember me?” Before I could figure out what would be the best answer to that, I responded, “Yeah, I remember you.” He stared at me, and I at him, trying to determine whether he still had a problem or not. I asked, “It’s all good, right?” He extended his arm, shook my hand and said, “Yeah, it’s all good.”

But nah, I’m not convinced. Neither was Sanchez. In Sanchez’ opinion, the dude was trying to intimidate me. Firstly, by asking me if I remembered him. Secondly, by staring at me right in the eyes. Sanchez noticed that I didn’t back down. Sometimes, a bit of courage can spare one a good beating. It has worked so far, but when my luck runs out, I’ll be writing about my first ride in the back of an ambulance. 🙂

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