11-14-2006, 08:13 PM
GonzoStyle Wrote:It took years of getting abused at school before I did anything, I mainly got teased cause of my clothes, we aint have much money so I basically wore the same clothes every day. I was so scared of getting hit though, I just took the abuse. Then one day I was trying to like talk to some kids at the playground and one of them just got up and punched me right in the face. I took a step back, touched my lip and it was gushing blood but I realized, I barely felt anything and then proceeded to beat the fuck outta this kid, it was pretty sweet.
I didnt get no brownies but I did get some ritz crackers from this kid at the park, it was like a type of offering to me for beating the kid. But I couldnt savor the sweetness of the moment cause the fuckin ritz cracker was salted and I was bleeding from the inside of my mouth and started to fuckin run around hysterical from the salt on the wound.
I also punched a much bigger kid in the face in 5th grade, split his lip made him bleed. He was picking on me, I made fun of him back, he pushed me; I took one punch - done. It was like Rocky vs. Drago and I was hailed as a king that entire year too.
I never got in any fights other than that, and I don't remember being a bully at all - plus I was tiny - I am pretty sure I got along with everyone famously. But maybe I was, because in 6th grade I ended up in the class down by the boiler room with all the thugs like in The Wire.
I obviously was of the white collar criminal type and they just harrased me every day. It was always like 8 on 1, so I could never actually hit any of them, and they never hit me, just threatened me and harrassed me every day.
Once, my mother had made this jacket for me. Hand-sown. Totally badass (also b/c we were poor, but she convinced me that mine was better than the ones you can buy at Burt's because this was HAND STITCHED!" The first day I wore it, they pushed me in a mud puddle.
That was a horrible horrible year. But at least I didn't have to duct tape garbage bags to my window. That makes me want to cry.