Dad bein in the USAF, I went through 3 high schools in the 4 years of it. I had the 'new kid' thing down. I was a bit taller than average then, and skinny as a rail.. sharp in anything that interested me, and ignored most else. It got to be a routine.
First few days in a new school, there was always someone.
Always.
'Hey, new kid, '
In Belt Montana it was the captain of the frikkin Football team. I introduced him to basic physics. He stepped in front of me..I was on my bike, and doin about 20mph. When the dust cleared, I needed a new front rim.. he had 3 cracked ribs.. and dint make the 'game' for awhile. Ya.. I landed on him kinda hard.
Be damned if I was gonna let *him* pound *me*
My dad taught me there is *no* such thing as a fair fight.. he taught me how to punch, and told me never fight *their* fight.
I always made the first move. Why wait?
Afterward they left me alone. I could and did ask any others if they wanted some of what the Captain got when the shit got deep again.
John Marshall HIgh School, Portland Ore: Yes.. I chased the captain of the wrestling team to his dad's car, where he locked himself in.. he came to my house, with two of his friends, said he was gonna 'beat me up'..I got the crowbar outta the closet by the door.. I had every intention of breaking a few of his bones with it.
Later that night one of his friends was involved in a car wreck, and was in a wheelchair for life. Most of the school thought I had done it.
Suited me fine.
-Gray Eagle http://www.zdrone.org for a look at what I do.. click the Gray Eagle links (page is up courtesy of Zippo, a friend of mine) (Hot tempered then, a bit milder now)
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Dad bein in the USAF, I went through 3 high schools in the 4 years of it. I had the 'new kid' thing down. I was a bit taller than average then, and skinny as a rail.. sharp in anything that interested me, and ignored most else.
..I was on my bike, and doin about 20mph.
..I got the crowbar outta the closet by the door.. I had every intention of breaking a few of his bones with it.
It got to be a routine.
First few days in a new school, there was always someone.
Always.
'Hey, new kid, '
In Belt Montana it was the captain of the frikkin Football team.
I introduced him to basic physics.
He stepped in front of me
When the dust cleared, I needed a new front rim.. he had 3 cracked ribs.. and dint make the 'game' for awhile. Ya.. I landed on him kinda hard.
Be damned if I was gonna let *him* pound *me*
My dad taught me there is *no* such thing as a fair fight.. he taught me how to punch, and told me never fight *their* fight.
I always made the first move. Why wait?
Afterward they left me alone. I could and did ask any others if they wanted some of what the Captain got when the shit got deep again.
John Marshall HIgh School, Portland Ore:
Yes.. I chased the captain of the wrestling team to his dad's car, where he locked himself in.. he came to my house, with two of his friends, said he was gonna 'beat me up'
Later that night one of his friends was involved in a car wreck, and was in a wheelchair for life.
Most of the school thought I had done it.
Suited me fine.
-Gray Eagle
http://www.zdrone.org
for a look at what I do.. click the Gray Eagle links (page is up courtesy of Zippo, a friend of mine)
(Hot tempered then, a bit milder now)