I just got in a fist fight over my Syclone!!!
Check out this crazy story. I came home from work late in the afternoon yesterday. I usually like to relax by working on one of my cars out side in my garage. I have a two really nice cars one of which is a syclone that I am putting a motor in. Needless to say there is always something to do. I live in a pretty nice neighborhood so I never worry about working on my cars with my garage open.
Well yesterday, I am under the front end of the truck trying to get the intercooler pump mounted on the heat exchanger just right. I have on my garage clothes, and I have a little dirt on my face and on my hands. Next thing I know I hear foot steps coming up the driveway. I thought to myself it must be my girlfriend coming home from work. I slide out form under the truck to see a scraggly looking guy standing in front of me. I said defiantly not my girlfriend... this dude must be homeless or something because I have never scene him before in my neighborhood. At first he was pretty cool. He said “Hey”, and asked what I was working on. He seemed pretty interested in the truck.
This is where things get weird. We hang-out for a few minutes and the dude seems pretty cool. Well.. do you ever have that point in a conversation where you reach an awkward silence? Yah, we reach that point, and I am thinking that he will just go away. Most of the time if my friends come over, we will chat for a bit and then they will get the hint that I am unwinding and they will leave or ask if I need any help. But this guy didn't get the hint. He was just looking at me like I was suppose to keep talking to entertain him. I was like “o.k I gotta get back to work, so I will see you later.” I slide back under the front of the truck and begin to re-access the situation. I just thought the guy would leave....
Next thing I know I hear ratcheting coming from the top of the truck. I slide out and am like WTF?!? The guy is messing with something on the top of the motor. I say “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” He says something about a broken rotator splint and that he can fix it. I grab the ratchet and tell him to beat it. He get in my face, and starts screaming/spitting about how I am going to mess everything up, and that I don't know what I am doing. I tell him back off before things get crazy. He pushes me, and this is where the pain begins. I cock back and swing at this guy full force. I hit him square in the nose. His face literally explodes. Blood everywhere. He get up and goes running away. I come in the house, covered in homeless guy blood.
Every one in my family get all freaked out as soon as I tell them what just happened. They all start to get really worried. My parents were the most worried. I really don't understand why. I think my mom overreacted the most. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said your moving with your auntie and uncle in bell 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 'Now forget it' - “Yo homes to Bel Air” I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie '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.
Check out this crazy story. I came home from work late in the afternoon yesterday. I usually like to relax by working on one of my cars out side in my garage. I have a two really nice cars one of which is a syclone that I am putting a motor in. Needless to say there is always something to do. I live in a pretty nice neighborhood so I never worry about working on my cars with my garage open.
Well yesterday, I am under the front end of the truck trying to get the intercooler pump mounted on the heat exchanger just right. I have on my garage clothes, and I have a little dirt on my face and on my hands. Next thing I know I hear foot steps coming up the driveway. I thought to myself it must be my girlfriend coming home from work. I slide out form under the truck to see a scraggly looking guy standing in front of me. I said defiantly not my girlfriend... this dude must be homeless or something because I have never scene him before in my neighborhood. At first he was pretty cool. He said “Hey”, and asked what I was working on. He seemed pretty interested in the truck.
This is where things get weird. We hang-out for a few minutes and the dude seems pretty cool. Well.. do you ever have that point in a conversation where you reach an awkward silence? Yah, we reach that point, and I am thinking that he will just go away. Most of the time if my friends come over, we will chat for a bit and then they will get the hint that I am unwinding and they will leave or ask if I need any help. But this guy didn't get the hint. He was just looking at me like I was suppose to keep talking to entertain him. I was like “o.k I gotta get back to work, so I will see you later.” I slide back under the front of the truck and begin to re-access the situation. I just thought the guy would leave....
Next thing I know I hear ratcheting coming from the top of the truck. I slide out and am like WTF?!? The guy is messing with something on the top of the motor. I say “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” He says something about a broken rotator splint and that he can fix it. I grab the ratchet and tell him to beat it. He get in my face, and starts screaming/spitting about how I am going to mess everything up, and that I don't know what I am doing. I tell him back off before things get crazy. He pushes me, and this is where the pain begins. I cock back and swing at this guy full force. I hit him square in the nose. His face literally explodes. Blood everywhere. He get up and goes running away. I come in the house, covered in homeless guy blood.
Every one in my family get all freaked out as soon as I tell them what just happened. They all start to get really worried. My parents were the most worried. I really don't understand why. I think my mom overreacted the most. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said your moving with your auntie and uncle in bell 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 'Now forget it' - “Yo homes to Bel Air” I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie '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.
