this morning around ten o clock, i had just woken up and I was having my early morning stog on my stoop on Eastchester Rd. in New Rochelle. all of a sudden i see coming from the right down the block some kid running down the sidewalk at full speed on my side of the street, and then i see like 30 yards behind him a cop chasing him. the first thing i thought was : i gotta clothesline this guy, he'll never see it coming. then i realized the kid was kind of young, like 14-16 maybe, around 6'0'', but i think he was young. so anyways, as he gets close to my stoop, I jump off and take like 3 running leaps towards the kid and laid him out shoulder to shoulder. mind you, i'm only like 5'7'' and 135 pounds. but the kid went flying, right into eastchester rd and a bunch of s**t he was carrying went flying too. i'll admit i was real dazed for a second, my glasses went flying off and the cigarette went flying too and i had fallen in a puddle (it was raining at this point). the kid got up and stumbled like 10 yards before the cop finally caught up with him and tackled him. 5 seconds later 2 blue and white cruisers fly out of nowhere, they cuff the kid and throw him in the back of one of them. the beat cop all out of breath comes over to thank me and told me i laid a real nice lick on that kid. i said it was too early to have to run after some punk kid. turns out he was a juvenile runaway; i thought maybe he robbed something or stabbed someone. i felt kind of bad for blowin the kid up, considering he was running from the cops and probably would have made a clean getaway if i hadn't leaped off the stoop and ray mickens'd his ass. but i got to keep the stuff that he fumbled; a half eaten jar of peanut butter and a juice box. that's always a plus.
what a crazy way to start the day..