I had just left the Quick-E Mart. I remember that I wasn’t the most jolly person in the world walking out of the convenience store. First of all, I wasn’t in the best of mood because we were all out of milk. Not having milk would’ve have been fine with me because I never really was a cereal guy, but my mom had to wake me up at 9 in the morning screaming at me saying how I was supposed to pick up the milk yesterday. Walking down with that gallon jug really took a tole on me, especially because my neighborhood was uphill. So I decided to sit down near an alleyway and take a rest. As I sat down, these three guys came out of the alleyway, scoping me down. Just looking at them made me want to turn away in disgust. These guys were the definition of “scum of the Earth”. Alley goons waiting all day in an alley until someone vulnerable walks by and then robs them of everything so they can buy their next injection. The guy to the left of me pulled out a knife. Slowly walked past me and then made a quick stab at the ground. Startled I braced myself, but after realizing that he had not tried to stab me, I looked down at the ground. He had stabbed my gallon of milk. The leak was getting everywhere. The guy in the middle then finally talked. “So buddy, lets have it.” I stared this guy straight down his cold diluted pupils. Did I really look like someone who would gladly hand over my wallet after destroying by milk jug? You don’t screw with a man’s milk jug. I slowly leaned in until I was close enough to whisper into his ear. “Bring it.”

The guy quickly went in and embraced me hard. Ramming me hard against the brick wall. The guy on the right punched me right upside my cheek bone. I was surrounded and they had the position on me. I was hopeless. But this is what I did. I went in for their privates. A swift knee to the guy embracing me, then a kick, punch combo to the rest of the goons’ treasure chest area. They were all down in fetus position. Just then, I heard footsteps. I looked back and it was my mom. She could not believe what she saw. She had simply just asked me to get some milk from the store and I had gotten into a fight. My mom got SCARED. And said “You’re moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air”. I whistled for a cab and when it came near. The license plate said FRESH and it had dice in the mirror, If anything I can say this cab is rare, But I thought nah forget it yo homes to Bel-Air! I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabby “Yo homes smell ya later”I looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.