That Time When Punk ziggy Kicked a Predator's Ass.
It was 1984 in a Bay Ridge, Brooklyn brownstone.
CONTENT WARNING
I had only been in NYC a month after packing all my stuff into my car and moving from small town Indiana at the age of 21. I was living in the basement of a friend’s home in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. Her mom, younger sister and aunt also lived there but they were away on a long vacation so I had the place to myself.
There was a knock at the door and it was an older man I recognized as an acquaintance of my friend’s mother who had fixed a couple little things in the house. I let him in after he said he needed to make an adjustment to the water heater.
He was carrying a small box of pastries in a white, string tied box. He does his thing in the basement and says let’s have some cannoli’s before I go. Fine, I sit at the table and out of nowhere he’s behind me grabbing my chest.
I went into She-Hulk mode. I jumped up, grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back and slammed him onto the stove face first(unfortunately it was not hot at the time.)
He was the same size as me but I was young and fit.
He could only manage a whimper as I dragged his ass down the hall to the front door and threw him out. He didn’t leave, begging for forgiveness and for me to not tell my friend’s mother, going so far as to toss some twenty dollar bills through the mail slot.(Fuck yes I told her, creep was never seen again, could have ended up swimming with the fishes, it was that kind of family. I didn’t ask.)
I went to check all the doors and windows to make sure everything was locked and he couldn’t get back in. I went to the basement which has a door to the backyard and it had been unlocked. That predator had some evil plans in mind and I had stopped them before they could begin.
But you don’t always get to fight back, so I share this as a feel good story about the time a predator got his ass kicked by a mohawked, 115 lb. 21 year old girl from a small town learning the hard way about the big city.
Jesus...glad you are OK.
You are a bad ass! I hope you kept the cannoli AND the twenties.