As you saw we lived in the City, right smack in the center of San Antonio, My two older brothers Carl and Robert were insane :Awe: , these two fools would fight everyday, I swear, there was blood flowing at our house regularly, they would go at it like two pitbulls, my friends really like coming over sometimes because it was a great place for entertainment, nothing like a good fight with blood and all....Me.... well I got into it once in a while but I was the one they were careful of because I was the youngest of the six kids, and when they got me angry they would usually end up running from me..I was a little guy but very dangerous :evil: , see I couldn't fight these guys and win because they were much larger kids but when one of them did beat me up I would find something [weapon :evil: ] and chase them with it, if they didn't run they would get smacked really bad because I was probably mad and crying at the same time, so their best option was to run like hell, once time Carl beat me up in the breakfast room we called it, and I got a empty coke bottle broke it and chased him all over the place,I ws going to cut that plucker, talk about running,, Carl ran that day. :smilie_happy: ..John was the eldest, 10yrs older, we didn't care much for him even though he was our brother and all, he was mean and a pothead too, he would call us all names and such, rap us on the back of the head alot with his knuckles :evil: , man I hated that :evil: , never forgot it either :evil: , he was our brother and we did love him and all but......He was the guy with all the motorcycles, he had that little red Honda 50cc and had a crash up the street and got himself hauled off in an ambulance and he even got on the news at 5/10 pm..Wow...He got himself a hurt pretty good..That guy had so many different bikes I swear, Yamaha's, BSA's, triumphs, Kawas, there was always a different bike at our house every year :shock: .. I quitely admired he bikes as I grew up, Now that you guys have seen our street, we rode our mini bike down that street all day long, was a blast..In our neighborhood there we lots of kids, we would all gather and have some serious fun, either street football, [regularly] or Tag or hide and kill, we made games up :shock: .. There must have been 12 kids in all that gathered, poor neighbor's, we made more noise I swear....One day I was out back our house was surrounded by trees and we had squirrels running everywhere... I was like 13 at the time, we would shoot our 22 rifle in the back yard into a large sandbag... Well if a squirrel was to come into site I'd have to take a shot you know, one day I did and I missed the moving target, with in five minutes a friend from the next street behind the house came over, Martin Martin he said, you better come talk to this lady man come on...I said what wtf...He said that she was almost killed, I said what no way..he said come on she needs to talk with you,,oh crap :shock: :shock: :shock: ... :shock: So she lived in the upstairs apartment and I went in to talk with her and she was all scared and shaking and such [she was fine looking man] :shock: :clapping: anyway, she showed me where the bullet had come in and missed her head by inches as she was doing her dishes and we saw where the bullet went into the wall, oh crap man :shock: , I was then freaking out and I couldn't have told this fine looking women how sorry I was enough and that I would never shoot my 22 again in the back :beg: ...Well thank God she didn't call the cops,,That was stupid, the bullet did a 90 degree turn off a branch, she thought someone was trying to kill her so I calmed her down after telling her it was a squirrel I was after not her... :shock: Oh crap man..I never shot it again..How was that Tory?
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