“Yeah right, you’re a sad little man. You ain’t killin’ nobody.”
“Did you already forget, bro? I just beat your cousin right here, in this very spot, last weekend. You were sittin’ right over there. You saw the whole thing. I could hear you yellin’ at me.”
“Well, I ain’t my cousin. I’m like twice his size. So let’s see what you got, boy.”
“You a big talker, man. That is, until a gun comes out. Then you run like a little girl.”
Just then another guy neither of them recognized walked right up next to them and pulled a pistol from his bag. As he raised the gun both guys looked at each other, waiting for the other to flinch from fear. Neither so much as blinked.
The stranger with the gun looked right at both of them and started screaming out demands, “Runners, take your marks! Get set!”
Photo (Flickr CC) by Lindsay Ensing