and i will get it. this ignorant gangster from the west, we say here. Got crazy with me because i was staring, he started saying what the fuck are you looking at. what the fuck are you looking at.But i didnt look away, he came up close to my truck i was with 2 other firends. he told me what we got a motha fucking problem, i told him no not any. He stayed there thou talking shit. Sounds like the perfect time to leave, right. but no. i stayed there, its who i am you can say,i dont know. But he continued to run his mouth and he spit on my face on my motha fucking face. Spit on my face that son of a bitch.i got very mad i got off the truck ready to fight this mother fucker, i was like fuck it you cant spit on someones face and think its fine but there was like 3 people next to him, everytime i'd get close they'd get close and my pussie ass friends were on the other side of my truck saying arturo no arturo no and the doubt just got in my head and eventually got back in the truck. but i still stayed there i just couldnt, i couldnt leave it like that. But as we stayed their this punk gangster hit me in my face. he socked me in my face.and that was it, i didnt care anymore i was tryin to go into my glove box for my pepper spray i told the friend to pass it but he was to shooken up. little bitch he is, to do so.and i did get it but that guy seen me he said. what, what you trying to reach for something.and ran back to his houseand brought a jackhammer, i was like fuck what can my pepper spray do against his jackhammer he ran up with it and i just got in the truck.looking for my keys i couldnt find it and it took my stupid ass friend a good minute before he said its rite there and when he said that, that mother fucker hit my truck, with it.i was already like fuck it. I just knew i couldt beat him when i got off that truck hes a little older and a bit thicker.We ended up leaving rite after that.To get high to make me happy.That was already the plan, but that stopped us. we were smoking all i was thinking about him hitting me on my face when it hit me this guy spit on me. this mother fucker spit on me.....i got enraged and said this cant stay like this, but i cant do anything with these pussies.I ended up picking up another friend that has helped with tight ends like this,me and one of them went to his house and he was trying to shake my hand saying my bad i thought you were someone else. i looked at him and told him what the fuck is this put your fucking hand down this shit aint over. he got all crazy again and said here give me the first punch i already hit you. But i wasnt feeling it so i didnt but i didnt want to leave but i couldnt punch him i was to high the other friend the new one i brought ran up and told me come on arturo you know whats up, your not feeling it right now your to high, we'll come back he knows me well in this. and thats where im at, coming back. im working out everyday pushing it like before my injury or even more. It was waiting to be unleashed and now is. he will fell my wrath, he will see what he thinks messing with a pretty boy is, i will show him that hes going to be scared of how his face will look afterwards. The punch i could have maybe dealt with and left alone but spitting on my face spitting on my pride i can not and will not let happen...
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