It was the summer 93. I should have graduated 8th grade, but I didn't. And we were at a barbecue for this girl named Chanel. She graduated, and we were celebrating her, not somebody that we normally hang out with, but the food was free, so I hung with a bunch of articles, misfits, whatever, have you. And we're there in the backyard, and somehow one of the tougher guys out of our crowd got into it, which was no surprise