Dorchester Back Alleys...

My Dad just got back from China the other day...He was there for work. They sent him to China, First class!! Bling bling! My brother and I, knowing China for its great reputation of having CHEAP movies, compiled a list of movies for my dad to bring back. He brought back a good 25 movies, and also brought me back a Fake ROLEX! Get this...selling of rolex's is now BANNED in China, because their rolex's looks soo much like the real thing, that people will send in their FAKE rolex's to get them fixed (since rolex's have life time warranty), and the people working at Rolex can't even tell the difference between the real and fake rolex. So my dad brings me back this Rolex...it doesnt even run on batteries....it runs on kinetic energy using the motion of your arm when you are walking! Its insane! Anyways...I wear it..and my mom goes "Erfan...you aren't walking in the back alleys of Dorchester anymore with that watch on!" and im like "Back ALLEYS?? WHAT BACK ALLEYS??" And she goes "that path you take from school to here! Der are Gangsters der, dey will take your watch, stab you and run.." My moms idea of a back alley is a sidewalk in the middle of a residential area that cuts between two houses...I told her not to worry...no "Gangstas" in Dorchester will take me in the "back alleys!" Little did I know... I was walking back home from a school coffee house. Around 9:00pm, dark...sun just about to disappear in the horizon. As I approached the "Back alley", I pulled the watch out from under my sleeve so as to "tempt" any "Ganstas" to BRING IT!...because I was soo confident that there is absolutely nothing to worry about! I was about halfway through the back alley...when I heard a sound in the bushes...stupid dogs I thought to myself...but the rattling got louder...
"HOOOOT!" I heard a loud yelp as a witnessed a large black boddy flip out of the bushes and appear right behind me. This object moved about with great stealth and technique...I KNEW it...I was absolutely sure that this was not a Gangsta....they do not exist in Dorchester....this was a one and only....NINJA! He quickly lunged for my Rolex, but I kicked his arm away and Round House kicked him in the head. He spun 5 times before he hit the ground. I picked him up and threw him in the trees above...but his nightmare was not done...I jumped up after him. He stood there...as if anticipating my eagerness to get him for all the trouble he has caused me soo far...with his sword out...shinning the suns remaining bright light into my eyes...


( Just for those of you who don't know me personally, I did not actually fight a real Ninja...although IF I DID, the story would probably sound very similar to this one.)