Second Entry

Back again to continue on my story from yesterday folks. Won't be as long as yesterdays because I have to scoot soon, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

December 31, 1998
New Years Eve! Parties all around! Drinks, food and fun for everyone. Or so we hoped. Let me take you back to that visit in the hospital room I talked about last time. You know, the one where the guy's wife looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Flashback
"You...You did this to my husband?" she said to my father.

My dad couldn't seem to find anything else except his shoes at this point.

"Yes ma'am, and I am awfully sorry but to be fair, he was trying to steal from me. I just meant to stop him, not do all this to him." said my dad.

The daughter was hiding behind her mothers skirts at this point. She almost looked like she thought my dad was going to come after her next. I don't think I've ever seen a girl that scared before or after the look on her face. Pure terror. That's what I'd call it. Like the kind of terror you see on the Animal Planet when the lion is chasing one of those gazelle through a field. Well this little girl was sure that my father was the mean old lion coming to eat her up for dinner.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM?! HOW COULD YOU TAKE HIM AWAY FROM OUR LITTLE DAUGHTER!?" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Wasn't long after a nurse and two security came into the room. Or maybe it was three, can't really remember. I just remember the biggest one shut her up right and proper. Even if my dad did put her husband in a coma, there's no need to yell it out to the world like that. Is there? Anyways, before I tell you this next part, let me tell you a little secret about my father. He loved to fight.

If you remember I told you he grew up in a tough household. Well it wasn't just his household, it was his entire neighbourhood. He lived with his two brothers, his sister, and his momma and daddy when he first started fighting. It got to a point where my uncles, or his brothers, knew he could fight so good they'd bring home people from school to fight him, and then bet on him. My dad would never lose.

As one of the security guards was asking her what the matter was, the other one tried to grab my dad by the arm. My dad always used to tell me two things. "Son, there's two things you don't do in this world. Throw rocks at Superman, and put your hands on me." At this point, I'm sure the security guard would rather me chucking rocks at Superman. When he grabbed my daddy, that's when all hell broke lose.

Well that's all I got time to write today, I'll write another one either tonight or in the morning. Hope you enjoyed this little snippet from my life. If you did, remember to follow me and comment and let me know what you think so I can either keep writing more or change some stuff. Take care readers!