• I could hear the radio in the back of my head going off as the loud voices of commentators yelled through, "He pitches and blue team's player swings! ITS A HIT - ITS GOING RIGHT OUT OF THE PARK!!!" I heard all of that as I whacked that a*****e right in the stomach with my bat. He curled up and dropped to the ground, but his friends where right there behind him as his face slammed into the dirt of the old baseball field. I looked up at them from the kid laying on the ground. One of them mumbled something about me dying as he swung a chain and walked slowly toward me. It was almost like a movie - you know the good guy faced up against all of the baddies. But this was different, these guys wanted their cash back from guess who? Me. Now one thousand dollars is a lot of money, and to think that I'm just going say something like 'yeah, sure I'll give it all back and let you beat the crap out of me' isn't what's happening. Now I understand that you might want to know how the hell I got all this cash... I think that I might tell you later,because right now I don't feel like boring you that much. So here I am in the baseball field confronted with some gangsters that are about fourteen to nineteen years old. There are about eleven of them, not counting the kid I just dropped.
    "so p***y boy, you gunnu give dat cash back or wut?" Another one stepped up, and this guy looked tough. He was at least six four and carried a sledgehammer, this was one of those people you just don't ******** around with.
    "No! So eat my dirt bitches!" What else was there to do but get the ******** out of there. And being the best batter and fastest runner really helps me out in these types of situations. I turned, spit at their feet, and ran. Sure enough I heard from behind me, "lez get dat ********!"