Dallas Texas you could hear it coming up behind you loud and fast. Everyone was astonished to see not only the biker they expected, but zipping down 635 out of Mesquite Texas was a blue Triumph with Big Tony a man everyone feared. Candy, a woman no one dared to even hold more than a quick gaze, and there holding on the gas tank, long blonde hair flying, smiling and amazed at the world was me. Tony Lee. 4 years old no shirt blue jeans and hopefully shoes . Tell me what you remember at 4? Right then I was king of the world. Now my dad a monster off a man was from the day’s when( i still haven’t figured out why) grown men thought cut off blue Jean shirts were cool. Now I don’t mean cut off at the knee. I mean ballsack encounter danger. Years later they decide the same shorts are hot enough on girls to write a song about lol.. That’s were I always was right w my dad. Or my granny. Now my dad was known on the streets to be deadly and viscous yet in a blink he could go from the dangerous violent man I’ve seen beat a man’s face in with his own keys, to Polite kind young fella I’m the blink of an eye. Once I da saw him shoot off a finger every time this black fella reached for his vehicle. Not because he was black either cause he said he was getting his gun. So my dad whips out his 243 deer rifle and informs the fella if he goes for that door he was going to shoot off a finger. Well this guy busted out laughing and reached and YEP BOOM blood all over the door. The guy started cursing reached again.. BOOM…. Finger… reached..BOOM FINGER. The guy flop’s on the ground holding his hand and my dad and me drive off. We barely make it to granny’s when there’s cops everywhere. Later on in court the black fella said that,”dad tried to Jill him and shot at him because he was black.” My father replied . “Sir I never shot at no one before unarmed. This fellas two brothers jumped my younger brother and I ran outside and taught them both manners. They then sent this guy who didn’t feel as confident as he did when he walked over and spit in my face, when I picked him up by his throat and threw him back to the car.”, “He told me was going to shoot me and I told him if he tried to get that gun I was going to blow off his finger. “ we all know the rest.” Sir I warned him 3 times to just leave and let me leave then he could get in his car. Now. I shot off a finger each time. If I wanted to kill that man he’d have been dead the first shot…………… day one.
Let me know what y’all think I have loads more. Nothing fiction here. Hope you enjoy and are ready for the next chapter
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