I gave him a fair chance. While his ass was still on the floor trying to locate his tonsils, I stepped on his chest, putting my entire weight on him. I was in the middle of the yard doing step aerobics like I was Jean Simmons. Each time I stepped on him; I could feel something crack. “What happened, son-son?” I manically laughed as I continued to switch feet. “Nah, let me see… I ain’t worked out in a few days.” Capone came over and started doing the same thing.
