Street fight

I am writing at a child’s pace in this computer and it is so frustrating. First, my computer is not as fast ever since the virus program expired and I decided to procrastinate on getting a new one. The result is that it was gradually eaten away by virus. Not to mention the fact that my hands were rendered useless for the time being, given that I engaged into a street fight with a bully. The guy deserved what he got. I turned down the opportunity, as I am more inclined to carnal avowals than physical manifestations of fear. Yes, I didn’t want to fight him and given his insistence, I knew I had to confront him. I didn’t want to do it at the place I was, because it happens to be one of my favorite joints and if I am caught into a fight I would be expelled from there. So, I walked away from the place and teased him, leading him to the open street. To make things in my favorite, I finally agreed to fight him facing in the direction that cars are coming. This would constitute a distraction for him. If he would have been smart he would have moved to the sidewalk but I had him right where I wanted him. It is not a new tactic. It worked wonders for me. My opponent was physically strong even though shorter in stature than me. So that also worked in my favor. He had to be alarmed at the idea that a car might come behind him, so when he briefly turned around to see if there were any cars, I unleashed in a single punch all of my might. He felt with a single devastating punch to the jaw (not that I punched him when he looked away; I waited to the nanosecond in which he faced me again so that the force was still more potent), and as soon as he wanted to make his way up, I kicked him. I let him up as I pretended to leave, only to turn back again and missed him slightly with my right. But I soon followed with my left and he felt for a second time. It was all over for him. Two bouncers from a nearby club stopped us. If not, he would have gotten worse. One of the bouncers picked up my cell phone which I dropped at the start of the altercation. In the rush of the moment, I demanded for him to give me my cell back. He said, "Who are you talking to in that tone of voice?" I soon came down and thanked him for having picked up my cell. There was no way I wanted that particular fight!