Mikey Castaneda Short Story

Mikey Castaneda had changed his life decades ago. He was sure Marci wouldn't have liked the person he had once been. He had been one mean son-of-a-bitch who thought nothing of cold cocking anyone that pissed him off; knocking a man down and then, kicking that same poor bastard with steel-toed boots, until he was unconscious. And he had proven that many times in prison, after he was sentenced to three years, for assault with a deadly weapon.
His downfall had been a cowardly old man and his wife and a restaurant called El Zacorro.
On January 7, 1979, at about 5:30 pm, Miguel had entered the El Zacorro restaurant, owned by Pepe Lopez and his wife Magdalena. When he entered, Lopez was seated at a table near the kitchen and was eating with a

Something was definitely wrong with these people. He dismissed the two of them with a wave of his hand and blurted out, “Ah the hell with it.” He turned to leave the restaurant and said, “You're too tight, anyway.”
He was about three feet from the exit, when Lopez came up behind him. He felt about four to five blows in the back of his head. Miguel turned around and Lopez hit him four or five more times. At first, Miguel did nothing. He took the blows at first, because the man was much older. And he said nothing. But then, he grew angry and pushed Lopez in the chest. And the old man lost his cool.
He tried to hit Miguel once again, but Miguel blocked him and slipped his foot around the old man's leg. Then, he pulled Lopez to the ground. As the old man fell to the ground, his head hit the corner of a table and he was injured.
Once on the ground, Lopez continued to hit Miguel on his face.
Mike grabbed Lopez by the shirt. “Old man, what the fuck are you hitting me for? Don't you know I could hurt you?” He shook Lopez. “Stop it, before you really piss me