This thread by lil_dcb7 got me to thinking about how cool my dad really was. Growing up you tend to think that your dad doesn't understand you and is just plain mean but he proved otherwise on the day described below day.
My family lived in a very rough neighborhood in SE Washington, DC and we saw our share of shootings, stabbings, beatings, etc growing up (when my youngest brother was 4 he witnessed our neighbor getting shot in the head with a .44 right in front of our house). All I can say is that I have my parents to thank for my upbringing cuz I could have turned out waaaay different.
Well my story took place when I was about 15. Crack was the new hot thing on the street and a girl that lived on my street was let's say very fond of it and would do certain things to get her hands on some. This attracted some very unsavory characters to her house. This particular day, 2 fellas were not quite satisfied with her offerings and the ensuing argument spilled onto the street and in front of 5110 (our addy) so my pop who was coming in from his long day pouring cement had asked the gentlemen to kindly take their complaints away from his house. I was on the porch with two of my my buddies while this was taking place. The guys started cussing at my dad in moved in on either side of him to confront him. My dad who is about 6'2 and weighed about 250 at the time is no wimp so he stepped to the dudes but I wasn't about to let two dudes whup up on my dad in front of our house so I ran in his room and grabbed his 12 ga, ran back to the front door, kicked it open, racked the slide on the shotty and asked my dad if he was alright. He recognized that sound and turned to me with a slight grin and says yup. Bad guys look like
and get outta Dodge.
My dad has never once mentioned that incident to me and it's especially cool because nobody was supposed to know that the shotty was in the house. We all knew about it, even my mother
.
PS my sig picture was taken next door to the house where I grew up. Still a rough hood but not as bad as it used to be. A lotta UUV going on there now.
My family lived in a very rough neighborhood in SE Washington, DC and we saw our share of shootings, stabbings, beatings, etc growing up (when my youngest brother was 4 he witnessed our neighbor getting shot in the head with a .44 right in front of our house). All I can say is that I have my parents to thank for my upbringing cuz I could have turned out waaaay different.
Well my story took place when I was about 15. Crack was the new hot thing on the street and a girl that lived on my street was let's say very fond of it and would do certain things to get her hands on some. This attracted some very unsavory characters to her house. This particular day, 2 fellas were not quite satisfied with her offerings and the ensuing argument spilled onto the street and in front of 5110 (our addy) so my pop who was coming in from his long day pouring cement had asked the gentlemen to kindly take their complaints away from his house. I was on the porch with two of my my buddies while this was taking place. The guys started cussing at my dad in moved in on either side of him to confront him. My dad who is about 6'2 and weighed about 250 at the time is no wimp so he stepped to the dudes but I wasn't about to let two dudes whup up on my dad in front of our house so I ran in his room and grabbed his 12 ga, ran back to the front door, kicked it open, racked the slide on the shotty and asked my dad if he was alright. He recognized that sound and turned to me with a slight grin and says yup. Bad guys look like
and get outta Dodge. My dad has never once mentioned that incident to me and it's especially cool because nobody was supposed to know that the shotty was in the house. We all knew about it, even my mother
. PS my sig picture was taken next door to the house where I grew up. Still a rough hood but not as bad as it used to be. A lotta UUV going on there now.
**Don't b scared be prepared for the worst**
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