Piece # 1
I am a man who doesn’t take any crap from anyone. I demand respect from everyone who crosses me. If anyone decides to disrespect me, they would get dealt with. I would hurt them so bad (violently) that they wouldn’t disrespect another person for the rest of their life. I’m nice with my hands, so if anybody tried to challenge me, they would be in for a painful consequence. I also don’t like anybody disrespecting my family. When you disrespect my family, you’re disrespecting me. I get extremely angry and usually violent, when a person disrespects my mother. Whether the disrespect towards my mother is physical, mental, or emotional, he or she would wish they were never born.
A fool I had an encounter with on the High Street train platform could attest to this. Back in High School, I always took the train home with my mother. One evening when my mother and I we were going home, the A train had arrived. The polite thing for passengers who are waiting on the platform to get on the train to do is, wait for the people to gift off first, then get on the train. My mother didn’t do this. She got on the train while at the same time, a man was getting off the train. This dumb idiot got real upset that my mother did that and pushed my mother in the back. He didn’t notice I was standing right next to him observing the whole incident. Being that he pushed a lady, he didn’t feel threatened enough to keep it moving and walk away as quickly as possible; bad move. I took my left hand ( because my right hand probably would’ve killed him) and gave him a Muhammad Ali style straight left cross directly to his chin. He looked very startled and didn’t attempt to hit me back; smart move. Perhaps it was because he felt the strength in my single punch and knew not to fight back. When she noticed that the train doors was closing, my mother yelled, "Hurry up and get on." I think she wanted me to get on because she feared me hitting the man again, which would probably result to him getting brain damage. So I obeyed my mother and stepped into the train just before the doors closed, and we rode away.


Piece # 2
I am not a real violent person. I don’t like to get in any real confrontation with anyone person. Instead of resorting to violence after a heated argument with someone, I prefer to talk it out and resolve the situation in a peaceful manner. Because at the end of the day, violence solves nothing. The same goes for revenge. It does a lot more harm then good. A wise man once said, "An eye for an eye at the end of the day, leaves everybody blind." That theory is so true. I thought about that when my I met my father for the first time on my 20th birthday.
A week before my mother gave birth to me, my father moved from New York to Los Angeles. He didn’t even inform my mother that he was leaving, he just up and left her alone. The first time she heard that he moved to L.A., was during a phone conversation. He told her that he had to pursue his acting career and that a baby would be too much for him to handle along with the stress of getting rejected from auditions and etc. What makes this story even more sad was, he didn’t call me mother to tell her this until I was about 5 months old. All that time she had no idea where my father was.
As my 20th birthday was approaching my father and uncle got in touch with each other and made arrangements to come meet me for the first time. I never saw a picture of my father, but when he walked in I immediately saw an older me. I know most people would’ve probably hit him in the face or just walked away. But when he walked through those doors and approached me, I gave him a huge hug and said to him, "Hi dad."