A History of Violence

I can honestly say that I have never backed down from a fight in my life. I never went out looking for one, and I have been really afraid that I would get my ass kicked, but I have never backed down. I even beat someone up once. Well, not beat them up...

Here is the story. 3rd Grade. P.S. 30. Lunch time. Playground. There I am. Playing baseball (with a tennis ball and a wiffle ball bat) (We weren't allowed to use an actual baseball). This kid was picking on me. I forget his name. But I remember what he looks like. He was thin and wirey. He kind of looked like a rat. He loved to just piss people off and then run away. He was doing that to me. He would say something. i would chase him. He would get away.

Finally I decided that I was going to take a stand and insult him back. Oddly enough, no one had ever tried that. (We were in third grade. We were not smart.) He got mad. Really mad. There was no longer a need to chase him. Homeboy was coming after me.

He charged, and I mean charged. Head down and full speed, he was coming at me. As he got closer I got worried that he was really going to hurt me. Then.....I stepped to the left. That's all it took. He blew right by me. Tripping along the way and falling flat on his face. He cut himself all over. So much so that he had to go to the nurse and may have needed stiches (I may have added the stiches to make the story better).

I had totally kicked his ass without even touching him. I actually learned a lot that day. i will pass it on to you.

Mad people are stupid. They are so blinded by being mad that they often make mistakes that give the perfect chance to take them down. You would be amazed at how often you can solve your problem with a mean angry person by stepping to the left.