By the BALLS....

It was late night in the summer of 2004. It was an experience hard to forget. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Traffic, lots of partiers. It was a typical weed-end night. Around midnight, I got waved down by a couple of guys. Early 20's, Drunk college kids. I stopped. They entered my car and said they were headed just north if the University campus. Then it started..., "which street?" One guy yelled, "just drive, you piece of shit cabbie!". I told him to shut the f*** up or we can pull over right here. The other guy said "45TH and avenue G.". The other guy kept yelling dirty and cruel shit. I kept quiet. No need to add gas to the fire. Just wanted to get them to point B and the hell out of my cab. We arrived at the corner of 45Th and Ave. G. The loud guy kept running his mouth. I said that the meter was $8.50. The loud guy said that they didn't have to pay and that there wasn't shit I could do about it. (So they thought). I got out of the car after them and said 8 dollars fellas. The loud guy yelled f*** you cab driver. Walked towards me and got into my face. He started yelling, "What the f*** you going to do about it?". I said(jokingly), you don't have to pay...(he said 'that's what I thought')...if you promise to you Listerine next time". I could hear his friend laugh quietly. The loud guy slapped my face. (now it was on!) I am a street fighter. I fight to win. I don't like to start fights, but I don't like to back down either. I keep a clear head in situations like this. I grabbed onto the guys right leg.(locked on like a Pit Bull.) I am willing to give up my back in a brawl. Adrenaline flowing, you don't feel a thing. He failed to realize that his balls were an all-day target. I had a field day on the loud guy, two thrusts up and a grasp like I was trying to crack two walnuts with my bare hands. The guy was not so tough now. Screaming like the girl he was....his friend on the other hand....was trying to pull me away from his friend. He eventually hit me in the head with his fist. (it felt like I bumped it on the wall or something. No pain. I had my adrenaline pumping.)
I let go of the 'guy'. He fell to the ground holding his balls. I turned to the other guy, MAD as hell, took my right hand, grabbed him by the throat, lifted him in the air and threw him down on the hood of my car. He was frozen. He could not believe what had just happen. I looked him in the face and said...."I could kill you homeboy!". With no idea what to do, the guy SPIT in my face. I wanted to kill him now. I squeezed harded on the throat, lifted my left hand to strike him when all of a sudden, a police car rolled up with his lights on. (I suspected that a bystander in the area saw the commotion and called the police.)(lucky for him.....and me too.) The officer jumped out and yelled "HEY". Came towards the situation and said "James, is that you?" Lucky for me, I do alot of personal clients(His Wife, the Attorney) to and from the Airport. Three more units showed up to the commotion. The officer took me to the side and asked me what had happened. The other officers questioned the other kids. They had to make the kids settle down.(They became much bigger shit, since the police were there.) The first officer, who knew of me personally,(through his wife), knew I was an O.K. guy. I told the officer what had happened from the moment of pick-up. He saw a slap print on my face and ask me if I wanted to press charges. I said that I just wanted my 8 bucks. The officers all huddled and spoke among themselves for around 3 minutes. I was leaning on my cab and the other two guys were sat down on the curb. One guy was still in pain. I didn't even bother to look their way. They were obviously embarrassed.
I was approached by the first officer and he told me that the other officers were going to tell the two guys, Charges would not be filed if they paid the fare and 'tip' too. An officer approached and handed me a twenty dollar bill. He said, "they said keep the change". I took it. After the officers got the two guys information he let them two walk away. One of the guys had a slight limp.(I laughed to myself, inside my mind, of coarse.) The funniest thing was that the first officer said to me...."See you tomorrow morning." I had a 10o'clock pick up at his house for his wife. I left with my twenty and went back downtown.