I started lifting because Mexican gangsters were fucking with me. They jumped me because I was hanging out with their rival gang, and they saw me wearing a red flannel shirt one day so they thought I was claiming red. But I wasn't a gang member, I was just hanging out with them because they lived on my block and I would buy weed and drugs off them.
They would try to catch me slipping alone, then they'd push me around and punk me. Pussies. It was always 6 on 1, or 8 on 1. Never 1 on 1 like a real man.
So I lifted hard and learned some fighting. Full of anger and the urge to get revenge.
Then I went back and beat the shit out of a couple of them. Also shot one of them with a pellet gun, sent him to the hospital. I also got some gangsters to back me up later and we jumped them, and it all came to an end quick.
Karma got those guys. They're either dead, in prison, or junkies.