It was a weird situation for me growing up in school. The Vice Principal and my Parents were good friends, and they truly believed I was an Angel in school and could never misbehave in the form of fighting. But boy, did I have them fooled. I fought quite a bit, but the fights couldn't be spontaneous. I had to arrange them well away from school property so that I wouldn't get caught and have my angelic reputation tarnished.

I would arrange fights in the alley behind the bowling alley that was about 3 blocks from our school. If somebody wanted to fight me, it was a certain place or it wasn't going to happen. And it did happen... about 4 or 5 fights in my early teen years in school. I won all the fights except for one, where the kid whipped out a wooden Yo-Yo and cracked me across the head with it sending me to the ground hard.