Chapter 23: Mortal Kombat

It took an entire year before Donkey and my path finally crossed. It was a really tough year for me living with all this anger and paranoia. As well as recovering from quitting my medications. I was afraid to leave me house unattended in fear Donkey might try and rob me again.

I still had a lot of respect with some of the other weed dealers in town. I had a reputation for being an honest guy despite selling weed. No one really condoned Donkey and Peter robbing my house.

One day an old friend called Green Eyes alerted me and John to the fact Donkey had come out of hiding. He called up John on the phone; they talked for a moment and then John handed the phone to me mysteriously.

"I heard you're looking for Donkey?" Green Eyes said.

"You know he robbed my house?" I replied.

"Yah, I heard. That's some real scum bag shit. Listen he's come out of hiding. He just called me looking for some weed. He's gonna be at my house in an hour. I know I owe you that favor from back in the day. You know I gotta lot of respect for you still. Why don't you rush over here now and ambush his ass when he walks in the door?"

"Are you sure? Aren't you guys friends?" I asked.

"Fuck that fool, he would probably rob my house too. Besides I need some entertainment on my day off." Green Eyes assured me it was fine.

I went over before Donkey got there. John Ripley came with me.

As soon as Donkey walked into Green Eye’s backyard, he was expecting to see Green Eyes but found my raging hazels instead.

As soon as Donkey opened the gate and walked in I stepped forward and said:

“I heard you’ve been talking shit!”

I immediately leaped on him full X-men Wolverine berserker style. He did not get a punch in. I had him on the floor with my knees holding his arms down and I was just punching him in the face at will.

“You fucking robbed my house!”

Bam! I hit him again. I must have hit him six perfect clean shots to the face. His nose was already bleeding. Green Eyes and John told me to get off him. Donkey said he wanted a chance to fight fair. I agreed. We stood toe to toe and started fighting again. He did not get a single punch in. He missed me several times.

I am not Bruce Lee or Muhammad Ali. I have had zero real fight training. This was pure rage. This was God using my body to smite the wicked. I was on auto pilot.

Before long I had him on the floor again. Green Eyes stopped the fight again and said it was over.

We stopped for a few minutes, but you could see Donkey still had the anger in his eyes. He came up behind me and put me in a head lock after everyone had said the fight was over. He tried to choke me out.

I do not know where this came from, as I said before, I am not a trained martial arts fighter. I threw my head downward and my legs up and caught him right around the neck with my legs and started choking him.

I feel like it must have looked like that move Sonya Blade does in Mortal Kombat.

We both tumbled to ground with me on top of him again. I quickly held him down again like before and started punching him in face again. I grabbed him by the throat with my left hand and smashed him right in the face with my right hand as hard as I could. The back of his head went backwards and hit the ground. He looked dazed.

I stood up with Donkey still on the ground gasping for air. I told him:

"The fight is over. No matter what you try, I will always win."

He got up and reached for a nearby weight resting on a weight bench. He acted like he was getting ready to hit me with it and I stood my ground ready. John and Green Eyes intervened and told Donkey to put down the weight.

Donkey put down the weight and gave up. A few minutes later when tempers cooled, I apologized for hitting him. I told him:

“I don’t want any more drama between us but if I catch you near my house again, I will kill you!”

With everything going on for him with the law he did not need another problem and agreed to peace. We shook hands and John and I left. I never had a problem with Donkey again.

Green Eyes told everyone in town I kicked Donkey’s ass; he even described my leg choke move as something out of Mortal Kombat.

I called Jason on the phone as soon as we left and told him about the fight. He barely believed me. John had to confirm.

The guy Donkey stabbed even sent his thanks through a mutual friend.

Donkey ended up going to jail for three years.

Now for the anti-fairy tale Disney style ending. The things he stole from me did not fly out his pockets as I punched him. In other words, beating Donkey did not undo the theft. I will probably never get back some of those DVDs and games. That being said even now many years later I still have a sense of satisfaction knowing I sorted that mother fucker out.

Chapter 24: Seeds of the Future