I'm a tough guy and no street thug even two at one can fight me with barehands and that was proved today.
I might get stabbed this week or next, but I don't regret it at all. Deep inside now I know, no punk or thug or gangster can deal with me with barehands. I'm finally at the level where they need to bring weapons and numbers to deal with me.
I won't share what happened cause it doesn't matter. But this settles it.
I won't share what happened cause it doesn't matter.
It kinda matters, you could have done the first strike with cheap shots or something for all we know.
I'm a tough guy and no street thug even two at one can fight me with barehands and that was proved today.
I might get stabbed this week or next, but I don't regret it at all. Deep inside now I know, no punk or thug or gangster can deal with me with barehands. I'm finally at the level where they need to bring weapons and numbers to deal with me.
I won't share what happened cause it doesn't matter. But this settles it.
It's hilarious how you project your fantasy of how you would like your life to be.
So right now in your fantasy world you are some super-powered street fighter that beat weapon-wearing thugs to avenge your friends whilst being catcalled by the ladies all the time. You are just too shy and you look away when they do it. Your kryptonite is women 
Lmao
Imagine comparing me to such cowards.
I don't have to imagine it, I just did through your unwillingness to talk about it.
Something about the story must be shameful.
So right now in your fantasy world you are some super-powered street fighter that beat weapon-wearing thugs to avenge your friends
Nono, he beat unarmed people. He thinks if they have to bring a weapon to deal with him that he could still lose.
