When I was 7 my dad had to leave me at my grandma's house. First time ever. She kept whacking me with her cane as I tried to play quietly in the corner. I didn't know her well at all.

I got up, went to the kitchen, grabbed the biggest knife I could find and went back to playing after setting it on the floor in front of me.

She laughed and laughed. When my dad returned they both laughed. I was dead set on gutting the bitch if she hit me again. Either you got the fight in you or you're a pussy.

I've never backed down from a fight in my life and I reward disrespect with a serious ass kicking. I spent 6 months in the clink once for knocking a cop to the ground.

You just don't fuck with some people.