Which story is better?
Tommy’s way out of it was the ultimate bluff. He knew he was going to get his ass kicked, or get killed. For us, getting knocked down is getting killed.
Tommy said to the guy in charge, “You know, you guys got me.There’s no two ways about it. Maybe I can hurt somebody, but I’ll tell you what. I’m going to bite your fucking nose off your fucking face. I’m taking your nose.”
And he bluffed his way right out of it.
The guy said, “Oh, wait a minute, man. That’s OK.”
After the second question he said, “you ask a lot of questions.” I said, “Yeah I do. Does that bother you?”
He goes, “as a matter of fact it does. I don’t think I want to answer anymore of your questions.”
“Well then, you can hit the door.” My niece is sitting there shyly.
“You want to take her out, to leave the house with her, you’ll answer my questions.” They were like, where do you work? Where do you live? I’m not shy. I don’t care. You don’t like it, it’s just too bad. I finally told him, “you can leave.”
He said, “Mary, let’s go.”
She says, “I’m not going.”
Then he says,”Then I’ll stay.”
We started talking. The coffee table was glass, perfect, nothing on it, just been cleaned. So I was finally going to let them leave together. He was a real smart aleck.
So he puts his hands on the glass. Thump! And says, “Here. In case I don’t come back, you got a good set of prints.”
When he left, my other niece said, “Let me clean the table.” You could see all his ten fingers. I yelled, “Don’t touch the table, until she walks in the door!” I wouldn’t have done that years before.