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The Louisiana Man Who Punched At The Air
Did I see…what I see
When I was 17, I went on a trip with my (then) stepmom. She took me to a small town near Shreveport, Louisiana. I forgot the name of the town — but it’s six hours away from San Antonio, Texas (where we were living).
The place reminded me of the small town I grew up in for the first fifteen years of my life, Leland, North Carolina.
The tall trees and trailers seem almost similar to the ones in Leland, only the area felt like it could contain and box you. My stepmom’s family were some characters. They were entertaining, but they also felt like they were from another planet. I didn’t speak much, I just observed them and my surroundings.
The next day, near the afternoon, I went outside in the front where some of her folks were talking mess and relaxing. Further to the right on the dirt road, I see this man with frizzled hair and very dark skin throwing aggressive punches on this dirt road without anyone nearby.
He would throw four punches before stopping and then repeating the process. To say I was terrified of the view is an understatement. I was so nervous and worried that the man would make his way towards the front porch and try to punch every single one of us with his combos.
