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that thing miss major said about fighting groups and how you need to spot the ringleader and attack his ego in a way that makes his underlings automatically start slashing at each other while jockeying for power and escape in the confusion they all create

[“You learn to think on your feet. The amazing thing is how a sense of humor and sarcasm can take you right across the bridge [to safety] before they ever know what happened. You've got to read a group to see who is the real agitator. Mob mentality always has one person leading everyone else on, and they're rarely at the front. You need to make fun of that person. Then he'll need to [turn his attention to his friends and] defend himself to restore their respect.”]

[“We’d sometimes carry two bricks in our purse. Two red bricks, and reinforce the purse straps so that it wouldn't snap off when you'd hit someone with it. If girls had cars, we'd get little kids' baseball bats (about a foot long), soak them in water for two weeks. This way when you use it, it won't break. Then dry it, cover it with electrical tape just the exact width of your hand. One side of tape down, one side up so that once you grabbed it, it was in your hand till you were through. We'd keep these under the front seat. Necessity is the mother of invention. We would go to bars, take cue balls and put them in two socks. Girl, it takes ass to whip ass—if you're gonna take a piece of mine, I'm gonna take a piece of yours. Some of the girls would match the socks to whatever they were wearing. Had to be flashy!“]

boyfriends are like weighted blankets that bite.

he got a war in his minde