I went to the store, I picked up - I had two bags of groceries for that fifty cents!
Picked it up, went back home. And of course my mother was all
devastated looking at the little bruises and knots on my face and everything.
Healed up scars on my knees and elbows
and wondered, 'What happened?' I said, 'Jesse caught me, and
he wanted me to give them your fifty cents'
She said, 'Did you give it to him?' 'No, I went on and got the groceries.'
You, know, so she's sitting there cleaning me up,
you know, tending to my wounds.
My brother, Bubba, came home, the one who's always
teasing me about everything, he said, 'What happened?' We went through the story again.
He said 'Well, I see you finally won your first fight!'
I said, 'Won?! What are you talking about? You see there was three of them and just me!
Don't you see what happened? Look at how I look!'
He said, 'Yeah, but what were they fighting you about?'
I said, 'They wanted the fifty cents!' He said, 'Did they get it?'
I said, 'No!' He said, 'Then you won!'
'The fight was over the fifty cents, and you walked away with it, so you won the fight.'
You know, I remembered that even from
earlier when I was going into Central.
You know, I said, 'This fight is actually they want-
they don't want me want me in the school they want me to quit.
As long as I don't quit, I'm a winner.
I go back
there were times when I thought maybe I should and I would, you know,
think about it and I said well,  I'm gonna give it one more week. I'll wait until Friday.
if it's not better by Friday then I'll quit.
Friday gets there, I'd find out another reason
to give it one more week
