I was with my cousin, and we started walking to his house about a mile away from the park. We were terrified. Not because I was stabbed, but because now we had to deal with my parents. We get back to my house, and there's a Puerto Rican party taking place, which is even worse. Mommy, I was walking through the park, there was a lot of snow on the ground, I didn't see this tree stump, I slipped over the tree stump, there was a glass there, the glass cut me.
Young people can come up with some great stories.
If somebody stabbed me, I would tell you. When she gets over it, she calls my father, who proceeds to form a posse from the people at the party to go find the person who stabbed me. I tell you because I don't know what kind of household you woke up in this morning. I don't know what kind of neighborhood you come from. I don't know whether you had to deal with a crazy father, a crazy brother, a crazy sister or what crazy friends you had to deal with.