This story was emailed to me by Predator -

Last year I decided to stay home and give out candy for trick or treat. I guess it reminds me of the days when I used to do it when I was young. We used to have a lot of fun, running around the neighborhood, raising hell and getting candy. So I ponied up about $100 last year and bought some candy to pass out.

One thing I've noticed the last few years is that more and more apartment dwellers are loading up in cars and driving their kids around to different neighborhoods. It can be white trash, blacks, or Mexicans, you never know, but often the Mexicans like to pack about 8 kids in the same car. I watch them pour out of their cars to trick or treat in a neighborhood that's not even their own and I shake my head in disgust. Still, I have kind of a soft spot for kids, so I give them candy anyway.

So last Halloween we ended up with a ton of kids trick or treating. I even noticed this one girl trick or treated at my house twice. I said to her, "What the fuck? Didn't I see you here before?" I ended up giveing her more candy anyway. Like I said, I have a soft spot for kids.

I also noticed the aprtment kids arriving in cars. A lot of them seemed to be Mexican. I don't need to mention that we have a big illegal problem in Arizona. Personally I support an electric fence from San Diego to Brownsville, along with the National Guard stationed along the fence with shoot on sight orders for anyone who tries to cross.

So I had a group of about 8 Mexican kids and an old man come to my door to trick or treat. The old man was somewhere in his 60's and I think he chaperoned the kids while the parent waited in the car. I wasn't happy about this invasion into my neighborhood, but I gave all the kids candy.

Then something happened which pissed me off. This old fuck was holding one of those plastic pumpkin containers and he held it up in front of me. I couldn't believe he was trick or treating. I would have told him off, but it was clear he couldn't speak English. There's something sacred about Halloween to me and I was angry that some adult was intruding on something for the kids.

I decided instead of giving him a treat I'd give him a trick. I threw a short, crisp right hand to his chin. I took a lot off the punch because I knew he was old, but the punch landed square on his chin and he was out before he hit the ground. There he sat, unconcious on my porch, while the kids ran back to see what happened. I'm not even sure if they realized he had been punched.

I've got to say, looking at him there, out cold, made me feel really bad. I'm a professional fighter. People look up to me. Here I had just ko'd some senior citizen. Illegal or not, this is not the example I want to set. I felt ashamed. If I had it to do over again, I would just slap him.

I didn't know what to do, so I shook him until he woke up. When I got him to his feet, I took $20 out of my wallet and put it in his front pocket. I know this represents about a week's pay to your average Mexican, so I'm sure it cheered him up. I kwen he couldn't call the cops because he was illegal, but I still felt the 20 was fair.

I can only say that I learned a lesson as a professional fighter and a role model to never act like a thug.