it's a southern thing...you would not understand
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Me and my dad used to box each other alot when I was 13-16. I was around 6'2 260 in 8th grade but he used to destroy me most of the time around 9th grade we were boxing and I got in a few combos and knocked him to the ground. I still think the old man could do damage to me though if we got in a fight.
I revise that.. my dad kicked the living shit out of me about a year later for finding a bong in my room. Put the boots to me.
I guess I was about 19..He was always against me smoking pot but it was everywhere and I fell prey..I came in the front door with my eyes lit up like the 4th of July..He came at me and went Muhammad Ali to my upper body..I half blocked most of them and the few he landed did not faze me..I would have never in a million years hit my dad..I loved him and he was the best..I think we both realized that day that he could not hurt me..I took it and went on to the sanctuary of my room..I really miss him..Died April 1,2000
Ayuh Dennis....My own Dad found a couple of joints in a jacket of his that he had pretty much passed to me, but one day he snagged it out of the closet to go out to the store.
Upon return, he had me - age 16 - go into the back room where he gave me three whips with his leather belt.....a disciplinary method he had used routinely at younger ages but had not used with me for at least five years.
It was kind of pathetic and a moment where we both realized I was pretty much out of his reach what with my working a full time job and driving my own car....he had little else to "take".
He's still kicking, but mentally challenged more days than not to recognize my voice when I call Dallas.
Upon return, he had me - age 16 - go into the back room where he gave me three whips with his leather belt.....a disciplinary method he had used routinely at younger ages but had not used with me for at least five years.
It was kind of pathetic and a moment where we both realized I was pretty much out of his reach what with my working a full time job and driving my own car....he had little else to "take".
He's still kicking, but mentally challenged more days than not to recognize my voice when I call Dallas.
My dad was MR. NY state in Body building, when he was younger ... and always had a very intimidating physique. We used to box all the time , as a matter of fact he put me in the YMCA boxing so I could learn how to fight better , since I was an only child and wouldn't have any older brothers watching my back in highschool. But I would never raise a fist to him, nor him to me.- I could probably take him now , he's 64.
