There I was.

Feeling prolific.

I was Tyson, Jackson and Jordan all wrapped up in one.

Flicking my wrists.

Arching the shot.

Sticking my tongue out.


In hindsight- I don’t blame them.

There I was.

A grown ass man.

On a public basketball court.

Dressed in a tight ass wrestler’s outfit.

Barreling mercilessly down on school children.

I told them I had used speed a handful of times.

They later described me as being a former crack addict.