CRACKA AIIISSSS CRACKA

I guess it was the calm before the storm. If only my fingers could type faster.
I need to get this OUT.

Maybe it isn't my time to stop blogging. Some shit went down this morning and the first thought that came to mind when the smoke cleared was,
"I gotta post this, ASAP."

I'm a nice person. I don't bother anyone. I don't cause trouble. I like to help people! It's my job! That's what I do! I've only been in one fisticuff my whole life and that was in Jr. High school. He spit on my jacket. I cried after whooping his ass because he had sickle cell... But I'm rambling.

I'm in the gym, working out with Outkast blasting on Gus (Bombs over Baghdad is the best elliptical tune, soca music comes in a close #2), sweat's dripping, I'm making that ugly stretch it face...You know, when there's only 4 minutes left after almost two hours of torture?..Again, I ramble.

Out of nowhere, this woman comes from behind me, taps me on my shoulder, really hard. I almost fall off the machine, turn around with a screw face and she gets within an inch of my nose and starts cussing me out. I'm talking about all kinds of stupid fucks and things of that sort.

I have no idea who she is.

For the sake of not drawing a larger crowd and from mere shock, I calmly tell her she's got me mistaken for someone else and to get out of my face.

"You parked in my parking spot. You didn't see me wait for the guy to leave?"

All this for a parking space? Why didn't she say something immediately after I parked my car? I didn't see her waiting for it. It's a public parking lot? No ones name was on it.

I felt myself shaking.

"Lady, I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and not assume you want a broken jaw. This is your last warning...GET. THE FUCK. OUT OF MY FACE."
I was still cool, but with a bit of a raised tone with a hint of a snearing growl.

"Oh, now you want to play the Black hostile bitch. Well that doesn't scare me...." All I heard was Black bitch and with that, I responded,
"You want Black bitch?"

I've never, in my life slapped someone so hard. I'm an adult! I'm not supposed to do these things! I gave her a bitch slap (angled, back, opened hand) so hard, it made one of my bangles fly off my wrist. Unfortunately for her, I used the hand that has an over sized rectangle shaped amber stone ring, which left a nasty mark on her white, I mean purple cheek.

All I could see were red clouds. I couldn't see nor catch my breath. I remember some burly guy coming over, holding me back and gym workers taking her off somewhere.

The police came and thankfully the many witnesses told the cop what happened. They told him I was simply protecting myself...I guess I was. She tried to file charges, but the officer told her she didn't have much of a case, being that she was the one who made the initial physical contact.

One thing that really bothers me is, why didn't someone hold her back when she damn near pushed me off the machine? Why did it take me slapping her for someone to finally break it up? Did they not hear her cursing me out?

Now I'm embarassed to return to this gym. But I'll be there tomorrow. I'll just keep Gus blasting in my ears and refrain from making eye contact with anyone.


I'm baaaaaaaaack!