Johnny/Gino ran me down--which wasn’t much of a challenge seeing as I weigh almost three hundred pounds--and knocked me off my feet. Now I’m lying on the sidewalk with his gun stuck in the fat rolls on the back of my neck, and I know I’ve got to do something or end up dead in the pouring rain.
I’ve got the body of a sumo. Now’s the time to use it.
I lurch to one side as hard as I can, throwing all my weight into it. I figure the gun might go off in the process, but what do I have to lose?
It doesn’t go off. I feel the weight of Johnny/Gino buck off my back, and I know I’ve got a fighting chance.
I keep moving then, rolling over on top of him, pinning his legs underneath me. The gun comes up in my face, and I smack it away, knocking it right out of his hand. Next, I throw a fist i
