“I totally fishhooked this guy. He hit my friend Nettie. Was making her cry. Hit this other friend of mine who’s a lesbian. And he hit me.”
“What the fuck?”
It was her first fight and she was 20. She was telling me how she’d kicked some poor guys ass.
She was sitting across from me. We were sitting indian style, facing eachother. We were totally in eachother’s space.
“He called my friend Nettie a ‘dirty nigger’. He called her a ‘dirty nigger’” She leaned all the way in towards me. Our noses brushed.
Enacting what she screamed at him: “What did you say, fucker!?!”
“And then he pushed me back and called me a bitch. And he was wearing a button-up dress shirt, so I grabbed him.”
With both hands she grabbed my t-shirt just beneath the collar and pulled me close towards her. “WHAT’D YOU SAY FUCKER!!!”
“Then he tried to push me away again and his palm hit my chin. He hit my fucking chin!” She gestured wildly, shaking her head back and forth. “So I just grabbed him.”
She forced her index finger in my mouth and fishhooked my cheek. “I didn’t know what I was doing!”
She holds her hands up like claws. “I just grabbed him and fishooked him.” She fishhooked my cheek again. “And I just pulled.” And my head followed her pull halfway to the floor.
She pulled her finger out and kept gesturing with her hands. “He called her a ‘dirty nigger’ and he made my friend, the other girl, the lesbian cry. And we were pushing him back against his car cause he kept pushing us and he finally got in his car but his window was down and he reached out and hit Nettie.”
“When I saw that I just punched him.”
She rears back and socks me between the chin and mouth almost busting my lip. “…and I kept hitting him.”
She swung at me twice more. The second one barely glanced, and I leaned back out of the way of the third.
“We were all sitting there hitting him. Kicking the shit out of him and our friend Eddie was beating the shit out of his car with his hands! And he broke the fuckin tail light! Eddie broke the tail light!”
She was holding my hands in between us now. “I’ve never been in a fight before two weeks ago. And I’m 20!”
She fishhooked me in the mouth again. “I totally fishhooked him!”