FORCED TO FIGHT! inspired story from David..

 FORCED TO FIGHT .. inspired story from David..
   Back in the day.. way back,,,My older bro,, a Marine at the time.. was so motivated , aggravated ,, irritated that he made me and my baby bro box the neighborhood kids. The thing was that we were so good we used to beat the hell of everyone, it didn't matter the weight or age or height, we were unbeatable.. Well first off we had our had wrapped in extra wraps.. ala Margarito.. haha. while the unknowing kids would just have the gloves laced up with just bare knuckles.. Special shout out to David.. he was a bad ass fighter back in the day,. A true Pride and JOy of Montgomery and South San Diego.. I know he probaly doesn't want such attention from something many years ago,, But I admired him from afar,., I had too much of an ego and pride to really get close to him and be a true friend , But I thought he was a cool dude back then.. and even now.. ok.. enough huh?
    Well ,, as the story goes.. we would beta the hell out of our neighbors.. Did the Parents of these kids complain,. Hell yeah. I still recall parents stopping in front of our house , screaming curse words , ethnic slurs.. etc.. I mean.. this was back in the day.. when people would say those things.. I mean.. It finally slowed down,. because My bro went over seas.. but I still recall people remembering us and maybe that's why we still had fist fights in school or the play yard. My baby brother had more streets fights , while I turned to Martial Arts and organized boxing to get my fill or adrenaline rush.. but You know looking back,.,. I was a bully , I mean I knew alot of the kids that laced up their gloves to go against me didn't stand a chance , kind of like Manny Pacquiao ,, Small but terrible.. But as I grew older and wiser , I found other pursuits like education, girls, drinking going to Tillys in TJ ,, those were some of the fondest times of my life.. But those days , lacing up the gloves and bearing up the kids on my block will always bring smiles to my face , because the feel of beating someone up is strong and powerful. I mean too see someone fall or get dizzy ,, was a amazing feeling. Well at the time I thought it was, and I know my eldest bro loved it.. Could that happen in today's world.. No way kids today are wimps.. too caught up with their video games and movies.. and gadgets... But that's ok.. I mean ,, as I look back,, That wasn't very nice.. but then again life is not very nice at times.. Its strange I loved to fight and still do , but watching friends or family fight tears me up.. I mean I get so nervous and afraid for them.. But if its me.. I feel so comfortable.. I mean I feel calm and serene when I train in Martial Arts in my garage ,, It's my Yoga , my relaxation.. People see fighting as a brutal ugly activity that hurts or kills people , Which of course can and will happen. But I see it as an Art Form. and a sense of relaxation that always will be part of my life.. To those poor souls I kicked your ass back then.. All I can say." What a fool to think you could be the little guy,, I don't feel sorry about beating you ass. Because you could of walked away..But your ego,, and the fact I was a 120 lbs short skinny kid ,, Asian persuasion made you think ,, I can whip this boy,, The last laugh was on you,, But those were different days,, no video games , play stations , DVDs etc.. It was a day and age where you had to manufacture fun,.. Either by tricking people into boxing you , or using rocks and sticks as toys or using your imagination to get you through those long summer's in South San Diego.. One thing is for sure , the nights at Luckie Waller Park or the Wing or the Pits .. Roberto's taco shop or The IB pier will always be fun times I will never forget , and if theirs a heaven , reliving those days at those spots would make eternity the greatest thing.. ha,... but for now ,, Just the memories I write about and the many photos I see on face book is what we have.. and I'm thankful to all my FB friends and keep the photos and ideas coming so I can continue our journey down memory lane.. Take care.. THE SOURCE PRODUCTIONS @ 2011