One of them stepped in front of him as he was coming out of the store and said, "I am a Chicano and I am willing to die for my heritage!"
Chuck, who had had a few beers by this time, told him "Well, get outta my way mutha****er, and you won't have to die!"
The cholo's friends stepped out of the shadows and blades began flashing. Chuck escaped with his life, but needed about 50 stitches to close his wounds.
Did they catch the perps?.....No, I'm sure the Proud Chicanos are still boasting of this felonious assault against the hated Americanos. "For THE RACE everything, nothing for the others."