Surviving the Warzone

Growing up East New York Brooklyn

I could feel blood pouring from my nose and lips, my eyes opened slowly with a side long glance and a flash of my eyes I could see this burly man with this thick neck and a dark deep scared face sitting on me striking down on me with lefts and rights. I always believed by striking me he cleared the cob webs from my brain. As soon as my head cleared a little, I quickly grabbed him by his face pulling him down to me, biting him on his face. Holding him with my left banging him with short right hands, I tried to rip him off me by reaching around with my left hand and grabbing his mouth, he bit down on my fingers ripping off two finger nails. I just remember him being so heavy, I was gasping for breath I was spent I felt myself going, I could sense there was an all out war going on around me.