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The Good ol’ Straight or How I Stood Up for Myself
Around the end of my sophomore year in highschool, I had made quite a lot of friends from different grades. I had more junior friends than I had sophomore and freshman combined. Most of the time we spent together was wasted either running around town, or staying the night at our friend Josh's house. On one particular night, at least eleven of us were at Josh’s house. Of those friends, there was one who was bit rowdy and annoying. I’ll call him Angel. This story is about how I defended myself against an attacking friend.
Angel was a good friend, technically speaking, he messed around a lot, usually by hitting us or something equally as irritating. He’d take his time and …show more content…
Immediately Josh put his hand on Angel’s chest and told him to relax, but it only made things worse. “No man, I’ll tell you when to relax, ok?!” At this point I was still smiling. To which Angel threatened me by claiming he’d kick my butt. Now I wasn’t afraid of angel at all, he’s 6’1, but I have boxed him before and I can say wholeheartedly, he’s not a good boxer. Angel was now trying to take his “fight”, to everyone else. He wasn’t really punching us per say, more like slap boxing really hard. Any jab or straight he threw, he used his knuckles. A few of my friends threatened to beat him up he messed with them, but, Angel was an outside fighter and was taller than most of us, so he could easily move out of the way of a …show more content…
“Are you done?” I asked him. He then called me an A-hole and tried to hit me back with another right hook. Fortunately, my friend Song had taught me how to counter punches. As he swung I picked up my right hand attempting to throw an Ali style straight right, while blocking my face with my left hand. My punch connected clean on his nose breaking it. I never actually saw Angel’s face because he rushed off to the bathroom, but apparently, he used a whole toilet paper roll to stop all the blood from coming out of his nose, so I heard from Josh. I always feel bad thinking back to that day, I always tell myself that I didn’t need to take it that far. Then another side of me say’s he had it coming, maybe, maybe not, but I will say that I do not condone violence, even though I love boxing. I learned that day that violence is only an effective cause when it comes to the unrelenting hard
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The Good ol’ Straight or How I Stood Up for Myself
Around the end of my sophomore year in highschool, I had made quite a lot of friends from different grades. I had more junior friends than I had sophomore and freshman combined. Most of the time we spent together was wasted either running around town, or staying the night at our friend Josh's house. On one particular night, at least eleven of us were at Josh’s house. Of those friends, there was one who was bit rowdy and annoying. I’ll call him Angel. This story is about how I defended myself against an attacking friend.
Angel was a good friend, technically speaking, he messed around a lot, usually by hitting us or something equally as irritating. He’d take his time and …show more content…
Immediately Josh put his hand on Angel’s chest and told him to relax, but it only made things worse. “No man, I’ll tell you when to relax, ok?!” At this point I was still smiling. To which Angel threatened me by claiming he’d kick my butt. Now I wasn’t afraid of angel at all, he’s 6’1, but I have boxed him before and I can say wholeheartedly, he’s not a good boxer. Angel was now trying to take his “fight”, to everyone else. He wasn’t really punching us per say, more like slap boxing really hard. Any jab or straight he threw, he used his knuckles. A few of my friends threatened to beat him up he messed with them, but, Angel was an outside fighter and was taller than most of us, so he could easily move out of the way of a …show more content…
“Are you done?” I asked him. He then called me an A-hole and tried to hit me back with another right hook. Fortunately, my friend Song had taught me how to counter punches. As he swung I picked up my right hand attempting to throw an Ali style straight right, while blocking my face with my left hand. My punch connected clean on his nose breaking it. I never actually saw Angel’s face because he rushed off to the bathroom, but apparently, he used a whole toilet paper roll to stop all the blood from coming out of his nose, so I heard from Josh. I always feel bad thinking back to that day, I always tell myself that I didn’t need to take it that far. Then another side of me say’s he had it coming, maybe, maybe not, but I will say that I do not condone violence, even though I love boxing. I learned that day that violence is only an effective cause when it comes to the unrelenting hard