When I was 13 years old, I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people and paid a heavy price. I was involved in a gang fight with 25+ year old young men, who walked right through my punches, whipped my ass, and struck me under the left eye with a pipe. I received 128 stitches for my bravado. Let me tell you, there ain't nothing gangster or being a soldier worth getting the shit beat out of you, for a street rep. I'm lucky to have not lost my eye. Every day I look in the mirror, I'm thankful and reminded that there's more to it than being fearless. You have to be smart, measured, and sensible. Certainly, watch the company you are with. Not everyone has your best interest at heart.