Diane, Mitch, Clint and the new recruits ran down Belmont
Avenue, hoping Billy-Club could find rest of the crew. We shoved our way through the group of CLAS
boys and their various associated crews to find Squats and Terri standing nose
to nose, exchanging words. I walked up
to them and gently pushed Squats out of the way.
“So I go to jail and now ya’ll think it’s OK to come up to
MY neighborhood to start shit at OUR club?” I said “Ya’ll know you can’t do
that, right? I mean, I made that pretty
clear when I was smashing your head into the hood of your car last summer,
right? Or did you forget? I know you simple.”
“Oh, I didn’t forget.
Believe me. If I wasn’t drunk,
you wouldn’t have gotten that far… boy.” Terri answered
I looked at Diane and then Squats. I saw Billy and all of the Terror Crew, six
Medusa Boys and a handful of ARA come up Clark street into the parking lot.
“Looks like odds just evened up… boy.” I replied
“We’re not afraid of a bunch of faggots and race traitors.”
Terri said, looking back at his crew, who looked more nervous.
“Well, you best be afraid, because this parking lot, this
neighborhood, it’s ours.”
“That’s her! That’s
the bitch who beat me up and dumped in a park!” A bruised up skin bird yelled,
dragging a male skinhead through the group.
She walked right up to Diane yelling something about not being so tough now that she’s out numbered. Without hesitation, Diane knocked her the fuck out, putting her flat on her back.
“Ah, shit.” I muttered, taking a hard, firm swing at Terri’s
face. As Terri fell to the ground, the
two packs of skins charged each other, swinging, pushing and shoving. Terri tried to get up to get away, but I
swung again, knocking him back to the ground.
I continued punching him in the face repeatedly, saying “You don’t
fucking belong here, racist! You’re
hillbilly backwoods redneck shit ain’t welcomed up here!”
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