Short Story: I got into a fight and got stabbed in the foot.
Long Story: I went to the store with my friend to get some Seltzer Water and this dud was talkin' s**t about me, but I really didn't care and usually Im very calm in these situations, especially when i saw that it was my OLD friend Jamal from down the streets basically he's all talk. Then when I come out the store he's still talkin' s**t and gettin' all up in my face, basically I just told him to go ******** off and kept on walking with my friend, but then he said those two little words that are sure to piss meoff. "JUH MAMA", now normally I don't care but I done had this ***** all up in my house he done met my momma, she even gave him a dollar everytime he came over cause she "liked his face", so then i turned around he know me he actually he knows me pretty well so he knows I'm mad as ******** and then I punch 'em right there he fall down and I start walkin' away but then he pull me back and we start fightin' or rather he gets his a** kicked, then while he down on the ground he pull out a knife and stab me in my foot, and of course my so called friend is already gone, then I take the the seltzer water which is in a glass container and smash it over his head and tell him if don't run back home I'm gunna cut him up something good so then he run back home and i'm walking around looking for my so called friend and when i catch up with him he make some excuses and tell me that Jamal pulled a b***h move and called the popos on me so we did what any sane black man would do and ran as fast as we could because we could already hear the sirens , and he helped me clean up my wound. The very next day when i see Jamal he's gonna try to act like were best friends so I had to whupp his a** again. So now he look ******** up and I just have a a slit in my foot.
GOD I GOT TO GET OUT THE GHETTO
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