A Story By Victor T
by: Victor T
My girlfriend works in the special ed department of a junior high here in SD. Last year one of her students wrote this piece:
Bum to The Rescue
It was late at nigth, pitch black and musty in the wild prostitute streets of east San Diego. I was on my way to Filibertos on my bike when a couple of S.A.’s come out of the alley, like I said it was pitch black but I knew they were mexicans because they had on black/white cortez like Fival goes west and I could smell the freeholes on their breath.
They said,”Ah homes I bery bery like your bike, give it to me now”. I thought to myself this guy is dimb and hes not going to have my bike, so I busted a Mike Tyson on his ear but I missed and was knocked in the leg then I uppercutted him and punched his beans out, but it seemed to me he had a whole lot of beans in him, and he kept coming allof a sudden a Lucky’s shopping cart came hurtling down the street and struck the Mexican I was fighting. And he took off running. The other Mexican stayed with me only to get beat up by a strange person I could not see, but I sure could smell him.
After the two punks had taken off I thanked the strange man and offered him some food at filibertos and rest. When we get there I could see who he was- a bum. I kept on thanking him for his help. I told him it was very kind what he had done for me. When we recieved our food we went our seperate ways. I turned around to ask him his name but he had disappeared into the darkness leaving a howling sound from the street saying Cojack Bufford Redhemham,I figured that was his name.
I returned home and did not mention what had happened to my parents. Cojack is my hero and tought me how to be a good samaritan.
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