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13 years ago
I got home a little late today. After class, instead of just rushing out, I spent a while walking around school. Rob Lee’s a pretty big school, so it took a good half hour or forty five minutes. I dunno why, I just… I’m never going to spend a full day at Rob Lee again in my life, so, I figured it might be fun to just wander around for a while.
I guess I’ve made a lot of memories in that place. I was actually surprised by how nostalgic it was to walk around there. It’s actually sort of fun… this past year and last year were kind of quiet, because back in freshman and sophomore years, there were a ton of kids from other middle schools who didn’t know me growing up, so it sort of took a while for me to get my reputation. I got into a ton of fucking fights in those days, man… like at least one a month.
It was different back then, though. I didn’t know how to fight, and whenever I fought anyone, there were a ton of people around. Not teachers, though, otherwise I’d have gotten sent to Bedford’s long ago. But whenever I went too far, people would always hold me back before things got too bad, so… I think the worst thing that happened was back in like Freshman year, at the end of May, when a few guys on the football team thought it would be funny to trip me down a flight of stairs.
I really don’t know how I was able to take them. I mean, I was just a shrimpy little freshman… not even six feet tall back then, I think. I think they just weren’t ready for me to come at them like that, again and again and again. Sure, I took a couple of shots to the face and abdomen, but I did throw the one little guy down the stairs, so it was just two on one after that, and once I chucked the garbage can at the other guy and distracted him, it was easy to get the last guy in the balls and drop him.
It’s actually kind of hard to believe that I haven’t seriously hurt anyone, or that no one’s seriously hurt me. Or that I’ve never gotten caught. I think it might be because if there’s something really bad going on that people aren’t sure how to deal with, they just sort of don’t pay attention to it and hope it’ll go away.
Well, I haven’t gone away yet. I’m still here, for another… not even three days.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
I guess I’ve made a lot of memories in that place. I was actually surprised by how nostalgic it was to walk around there. It’s actually sort of fun… this past year and last year were kind of quiet, because back in freshman and sophomore years, there were a ton of kids from other middle schools who didn’t know me growing up, so it sort of took a while for me to get my reputation. I got into a ton of fucking fights in those days, man… like at least one a month.
It was different back then, though. I didn’t know how to fight, and whenever I fought anyone, there were a ton of people around. Not teachers, though, otherwise I’d have gotten sent to Bedford’s long ago. But whenever I went too far, people would always hold me back before things got too bad, so… I think the worst thing that happened was back in like Freshman year, at the end of May, when a few guys on the football team thought it would be funny to trip me down a flight of stairs.
I really don’t know how I was able to take them. I mean, I was just a shrimpy little freshman… not even six feet tall back then, I think. I think they just weren’t ready for me to come at them like that, again and again and again. Sure, I took a couple of shots to the face and abdomen, but I did throw the one little guy down the stairs, so it was just two on one after that, and once I chucked the garbage can at the other guy and distracted him, it was easy to get the last guy in the balls and drop him.
It’s actually kind of hard to believe that I haven’t seriously hurt anyone, or that no one’s seriously hurt me. Or that I’ve never gotten caught. I think it might be because if there’s something really bad going on that people aren’t sure how to deal with, they just sort of don’t pay attention to it and hope it’ll go away.
Well, I haven’t gone away yet. I’m still here, for another… not even three days.
DISCLAIMER: This journal is purely fictional. The narrator of the above passage is a fictional character, and I (Tiger Khan) have not done anything on April 20th, 2009, and will not do anything on April 20th, 2013, or any April 20ths ever. This journal is a promotion for a piece I have written that will be posted on SoFurry... soon.
