his fists were as hard as the jawbone of an ass…kept throwin’ a left to the gut with a combination of the right hitting me square in the face…broken nose…black and blue eyes…sore joints…busted ribs…these things take place…

and he wanted money…I told him we all wanted money…didn’t have a dime to my name…shoes had holes in em…

he said…,show me your pockets…let me see the billfold…,thought I could take him…thought I could…

so…I threw the first punch…wasn’t going to run…nor give in…soon found out his large black hands had gold on em…the bleeding began…

only gotta few good shots in…mostly to his body…a thick trunk that stood tall…lights out on Harrison hid the obvious…a massive man…should’ve never thrown that punch…

on the street I laid there as the big man kicked with his leather shoes…begged him to stop…weeping like a beat dog…howlin’ at the moon…

You ain’t got nothin’ for me…,he asked….nothin’ in your pockets bitch…he said…,I shook my head…,now you broke and beat up…,he walked away…leaving me like a garbage bag on the cobble stone street…laying there like a beat prize fighter in the ring…don’t get up…stay down…stay down…

him…he went back to business…