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I was 5 years old, Me and my father were coming home from school and this guy rides by and gives dad the finger for no reason. Dad just goes, yah, ok asshole and we keep going home.
We go home, go out to the store for whatever... same guy passed us again on another street... again flips dad off and calls a few curses to him, dad laughs... we continue to another store
Hour or so later we go into a bakery... guess who's behind the counter... same guy.... he pulls out a wide paddle that you use for making pizza's...
In one motion, Dad ( ex-combat marine in nam and ghetto warrior) whips a bike chain with a big ass padlock across the guys face hitting him in the jaw, guy falls to the floor, dad jumps over the counter and grabs guy...
Guy gets punched a few dozen times and face slammed into the floor, with that the guy tried to toss a tray of cookies at me to distract dad...
Dad gets the guy and slams his face onto a hot grill where they make cheeseteaks and guy is screaming for his life....after pulled his face away the guy gets dragged to a big walk in closet door and dad places his hands in there and slams the door. Guy had to have his hand broken....
Dad then picks up a knife and slams it into the counter thru the guys hand.... I get picked up by dad and we jet like crazy... had to cut home thru the woods near our house and told me not to tell a peep to mom. I remember walking all the side streets, cutting thru yards, etc.
I can remember it like it was yesterday, Never once in my life have I wondered if my father was able to defend the family and our house.
There are a few dozen other stories, but, this one stands out for being so vivid in my memory.
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