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Show 73 going. But being left xxx£ handed made him a little tricky to deal with, especailly the way he limped deceptively on his bad right leg. His right jab was a surprise and Red taught him to use the two knuckles he had left on his left hand so that when he twisted his fist xixxxixxxixxxxiaixa£x£axxB at the end of the punch it hit with a lot of force. Red also taught him how to hammer x a guy on the top of the head if he came in with his head down xkixxxxaBxaxiBixiaxaaxxxxhxBxxxxixxXBgxxxmaxxxgxxiaxxBx axkxxikaxixrxixmaxaxxikaxxxixxgxxgxhxMx and bring his knee up to meet the down moving forehead, which had a lot to do with our strategy, making Blanion make the first move and then stinging him. Willie got better at fighting, but I was still pretty skeptical. "Even I can still lick him," I told Red one night after supper. "Good," said Red. "Then maybe you can lick Blanion, too. You might have to do some fighting around here before this is over with." Red was as right as night about that. I spied Blanion over at Stubie's almost everyday now. He always brought a couple members of his gang and sat on Stubie's porch along with Saai Georgie Gorky and smoked cigarettes and drank pop, sometimes beer. They knew Red was training Willie and they knew Willie didn't have a prayer. £xkxax Actually, I probably wouldn't have to fight Blanion or Stubie. It was kind of an unwritten law around the xx neighborhood that you didn't fight with somebody younger than you if they were the same race. Blanion kept an assortment of ages in his gang just for that purpose. Still, I figured I could handle most of them as long as they didn't gang up. It was Georgie Gorky who pissed me off, trying to pick the right side at the right time, xxixxa kxxxocxix the little coward. On top of it all, something wrong was going on inside me. I used to get a great feeling xxax when I connected into somebody's head with my fist, I liked to see the blood and never felt a thing until after everything was over, then I felt like xi all the good things in the world had gone to sleep right inside me. Now I was starting to get jittery, like somebody was scratching me all |