It was foggy damp night and there wasn't a visible star in the gray overcast skies above. I was lurking in the dark shadows under a big old weeping willow tree, listening to the crickets, chirping their mating calls. I usually love the peaceful serene sounds of the crickets. But not tonight; tonight, I had other more important things on my mine.
I was trying my best to blend into the darkness under that old weeping willow tree. I was dressed completely in dark clothes; I was wearing a dark blue Yankee baseball cap, a navy blue hooded sweat shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, with a pair of black socks and a pair of black sneakers on my feet. I was even wearing a tight pair of black leather sports gloves.
The tree I was standing under was in the far corner of a parking lot, behind a depressing old nursing home for low income senior citizens. There was an old beat-up dirty gray dodge mini van, with a flat front tire, on the front driver's side, parked in the corner of the parking lot, not far from where I was standing
I was watching the back door of this depressing old rundown convalescent hospital waiting for their orderly to finish his shift. I was so full of anxiety that I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, and my stomach was churning while I waited. I knew I had to confront this guy, and resolve the issues he was causing for Rosemarie once and for all.
I saw the back door open as Ralph stepped out onto the back porch and light a cigarette. As he took a couple of quick puffs on his cancer stick, the red glow from the coffin nail illuminated his ugly red pot marked face.
Ralph stood there for a couple of long minutes smoking and looking around the parking lot. When he saw that his car, had a flat tire, he swore loudly, "Ah Shit," and then I heard him mumbling," now what the fuck." He was shaking his head in anger and frustration as he approached his old clunker.
I remained under the tree while he walked across the parking lot. When he got to his car, he kicked his front fender, and cursed, "Ah fucking son of a bitch..."
He didn't see me as I walked out from under tree. When I go by his side, I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Ralph I want to talk to you."
I must have startled him; because he jumped, sucked in his breath and held it, as he turned around, until he was facing me. He had a surprised expression on his angry evil looking pot marked face. He looked me up and down trying to size me up. Then he asked boldly, with a snarl in his gravelly voice, trying to intimidate me. "Who the fuck, are you, and what the hell do you want with me, kid?"
He paused for moment, as a smirk came over his repulsive looking face as he said," Ahhh, I know what the fuck, you want kid."
Then he snickered, and grinned nastily at me, as he said in his raspy smokers voice," I bet your girl friend won't give you, any pussy! So you want to buy to some roofies from me, right?"
Then he smirked at me, and said knowingly, "Those freaking things really work, kid! I slipped them into the drinks of a few hot young broads that I picked up, on line."
Then he laughed smugly as he said, "Then I took them to a cheap motel room."
While he was nodding his head up and down; he snickered at me nastily, and said "I gave all those dumb young cunts a big red hickey, to remember me by, while I fucked the shit out of them."
Ralph had an evil grin on his repulsive red pot marked face as he said in his gravelly voice," Don't worry about Kid, I've got the good stuff, that won't turn color, when you drop it her drink!
How many, do you want, Kid? I got the real good stuff, stashed right here, under the front seat of my car. Oh yea, I got some other, good shit too. I got some weed, and I even got a little dope."
I could feel my insides trembling with rage, but I remained outwardly calm as I replied in a stern voice, "Ralph, I want you to stay away from Rosemarie, and stop bothering her. I also want you to delete her phone number and the pictures you told of her with your cell phone!"
My stomach was churning, and I could feel, my body, and hands starting to tremble with rage.
I don't like confrontations. I'm really not a tough guy. But like most guys, I've had my fair share childhood fist fights. I've also had to spar in my karate classes, many years ago, when I was in high school.
I knew if Rosemarie and I were ever going to have any kind of relationship. I had to take matters into my own hands and settle this once and for all. Because, I knew that scumbag, would never leave her along, if I didn't.
Ralph looked me over, put his cigarette in the corner of his mouth and said," Are going to make me, Asshole?" With that said he put his hands on my shoulders and shoved. When I didn't move backwards, he got a surprised look on his face.
Then this wild crazed expression came over his ugly red pot marked face, as he shouted angrily." Screw you punk, I'll fuck, anyone I want too, and it's none of your freaking business. Now you stay away, from my fucking whores!"
Then he smirked and snickered, as if he was some kind of tough guy, and said" That is, unless you want to pay for some of their fine young tight pussies."
Then he paused for a moment, and started grinning like he just though of something funny and said, "Kid for the right price. I'll ever let you fuck my fat wife." then he laughed and smirked at me.
I glared at him as I said, "Ralph, I'm not fucking around with you! Stay the hell away from her, or else!"
He took another puff on his cigarette, as he exhaled; he slammed his cigarette down on the ground.
Then he glared at me, spread his legs about shoulder width apart, raised arms, doubled up his fist, and took a wild swing at me, as he said," come on punk, your asking for this..."
I brought my left arm up in a sweeping motion and easily brushed his punch to the side; I stepped forward; brought my right arm up, from my side, rolling my fist over, just like I was taught to do, so many years ago in my self defense classes, that I had to take, when I was in high school.
My punch slammed into Ralph's open mouth mashing his lips back against his teeth, spilling his lips open, my second blow landed solidly on the bridge of his nose, breaking it, with a loud cracking sound.
Ralph's head sapped back, causing him, to step backwards. He put his hands, up over his bloody face, trying to protect himself, from further punishment.
His legs were still shoulder width apart; as I stepped in, raised my knee up above my waist, turned my foot down towards the ground. Then I snapped my lower leg out, and upward, as hard, and as fast as I could, smashing the top of my foot into Ralph's genitals, lifting him up off his feet.
Ralph screeched loudly in pain, as the top of my foot mashed into his private parts.
