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Strange thing happened to me Wednesday Night. So I was skateboarding down 1st near Commercial and these three drunk/stupid/stoned girls jumped me. I mean, they didn't do a very good job, but they jumped out of nowhere and started yelling stuff ("Hey white boy, give us your skateboard, stop, fuck you" It didn't even make sense). So my adrenaline starts pumping, because I know this situation might get ugly, but my plan is to just keep skating and ignore them (they are on foot, afterall). However, they run after me, and start throwing shit at me (where is this stuff coming from anyways? Do you carry empty bottles other random shit while wandering the streets at night?). And, I didn't feel it, but I know that one of them manages to bean me in the head. Water bottle, empty and plastic I think. All I know is that it's gonna stop and that these girls aren't going to leave me alone. So I dismount, pull up my skateboard and get ready to rearrange the first one's face with the griptape of my plank.

And then I see them. They're 16... maybe... all of them about a foot shorter than me. I shift my skate to my left hand and step into the first girl, pushing hard (inadvertedly clawing her throat just above the collar bones at the same time). She stumbles back and the other two stop following me and I say "What the FUCK is wrong with you, you crazy bitch?" And they just stand there, dumbstruck, until I eventually walk away. I think they yell some cat-calls, but they keep their fucking distance. I could have killed, like, funeral time, the three of them by accident. I worried about the one I shoved. Can you imagine if they actually tried to fight me? What the hell?

Afterwards, I shook for hours. Fuck I hate violence.

Currently Listening: Wyclef Jean - Party to Damascus (featuring Missy Elliot)