I pinned him against the wall. Our faces so close I could feel his warm breath against my skin. I smiled. He scowled. He glared at me and hissed. “You’re an idiot if you actually think you can get away with this.”

The smell of corpses rotted around us. But it was just like roses to me.

“Aw, baby,” I brushed against his soft hair. “I just love it when you underestimate me.”

It really only matters if they are bigger than me. The other day this guy half my size called me Einstein, so I beat his ass right then and there.

Moral of this story, or any other story,in my opinion, to grab their ID card and take a picture of to send to your homeboys.

Yet Einstein did raise a valid point—-“If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will spend its entire life thinking it is stupid”.....

Because I wasn’t able to text message my homeboys before they burnt his house down. I’m pretty sure I didn’t answer the question as it was intended.