While it was pretty funny, I had seen too many fights and decided I did not feel safe where I was. At this point I had decided I had had it with the ghetto, shitty east coast. I decided to move out west coast and be a cabbie out there.
Believe it or not, on the first day of my job on the west coast, the first person to get in my cab was the same guy whose mom pulled him out of that fight. My mouth was left hanging open due to the extreme level of coincidence. I started to ask him what happened, and he interrupted me mid sentence and just said, "Yo holmes to Bel Air."
