I knew I had hit rock bottom when I was in jail as well. I was minding my own business when this punk jobber comes to me and my crew's table and wants our noodles. I told him he better bounce, but he looked like a guy that had been jail before. Well, we don't get those chili noodles often, so this was off the chain. These punks were lucky it was broken up, I was about to send that guy out on a stretcher. Just because I'm short don't mean I can't roll.