Surviving The Warzone Growing Up East New York Brooklyn [Hardcover]

I could feel blood pouring from my nose and lips. My eyes opened slowly with a sidelong glance, and in a flash of my eyes, I could see this burly man with a thick neck and a dark deep scared face sitting on me, striking me with lefts and rights. I always believed that by striking me, he cleared the cobwebs from my brain. As soon as my head cleared a little, I quickly grabbed him by his face, pulling him down to me, and bit him on his face. Holding him with my left and banging him with short right hands, I tried to rip him off me by reaching around with my left hand and grabbing his mouth. He bit my fingers, ripping off two fingernails. I just remember him being so heavy. I was gasping for breath. I was spent. I felt myself going. I could sense there was an all-out war going on around me.