I'm gonna start blogging different memories I can recall having that have something to do with who I am today. Dad stories too, lol. I don't know if i've mentioned that yet...
I was in middle school, and I used to hang out with my friend Greg. He was a kinda a wigger, so some of the people we hung around were by today's standards "questionable." We had just set fire to a manhole by syphoning a gas tank and dumping the gas into one near a church about a couple blocks from my parents house when we all decided to relax.
We were hanging out with a guy named Lenny, who I'm gonna guess was probably in high school at the time. Tall, kinda built, and had the affliction that haunts, being white in a mexican and black circle. So as i'm drinking a soda, he grabs my buddy Greg and tells him they're gonna box. Greg of course doesn't want to do this, cuz he's a whole... I dunno how tall I was in middle school... Maybe 5 foot? Skinny, but we still got some muscles since we were working out with some of these assholes.
So Lenny pulls out his knife and grabs Greg:
"Don't be a little bitch, we're gonna box."
"No Lenny. I don't want to."
Lenny releases his grip on him and pushes him away, then grabs me. Holding the knife to my neck:
"Your gonna fight, right?"
"I don't know how... Dude, get off with the knife."
"Not until you fight me."
So there came my first fight, with a high schooler. He took it easy on me, I think. I got a few punches in, a couple times he'd say something like "No! Switch your stance!" or "Hit me HARDER!"
I had a strange childhood.
"Ha ha.. You got more balls than that pussy over there!" (pointing to Greg's house)
I think we all got high after this...
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