@Race Jones reminds me of this guttersnipe I met in while living in Harlem.
She was real nice until she started drinking.
Man, this bitch got mad outta nowhere and started accusing me of random shit like trying to read her mind or trying to fuck her mother or stealing out of her purse.
(I was stealing out of her purse though.)
Anyway, her drink ass sat on my lap and tried to apologize.
I told her to get off me. I wasn't feeling it
Bitch hooked off on me on some Tyson shit. All I saw was black. I laid on the ground for about a minute, started thinking of ways I'ma exterminate this hoodrat.
She calling me a bitch, talking about I ain't gonna do shit and she gonna have niggas kill me...all sorts of stereotypical hoodrat rah rah shit. She threw a bottle at me, I ducked and came up and punched the shit out of her.
It was a falcon punch.
She started crying. I said don't start crying now. I was like get up and go call them niggas. I'll fuck all of them up. I ain't fighting no weak ass bitch.
Bitch started laughing and said I hit like a hoe. She got up and swung at me and kept swinging.
It was like some Dragon Ball Z shit. I'm dodging, she's swinging, she kicking me. At this point, I'm trying to leave. She jumps and does a flying headbutt and hits me in nose.
I slap her and all I feel is a poke and then more pokes. My shirt is wet with blood.
The bitch stabbed me and she's laughing.
"You punk ass faggot motherfucker, I'm gonna kill you and then kill your family."
I grab her and I was like, "I think I'm going die."
And she like snaps out of it and was like, "Oh no, I was just playing around. I don't want you to die. Please don't die. I'm sorry."
I passed out in the damn taxi. Bitch took me to the hospital and said her other side nigga beat my ass and stabbed me and she fought him off and saved me.
NYPD really didn't care about Black folks back then so nobody investigated her claims.
After that, women that liked to drink was a no no lol.
