LOL ... that's sad. Sixth grade I was in the bad side of Bay
City, Michigan going to school ... there was some little
bastard who always liked to screw with me. One day during art
class ... my favorite class ... he started in and introduced
his forehead to the table top. The irony was that he had been
in a fight that morning on the bus and so he was suspended
from school. My mom was called in and they talked to her
about ... I told her what happened and that was all there was
to it. Mom won't put up with ya startin' shit, but if someone
else does they're fair game.
volente Deo,
Anthony Dauer Alexandria, Virginia
"... down these mean streets a man must go
who is not himself mean, who is neither
tarnished or afraid."
--Raymond
Chandler (1888-1959)
Hardboiled
http://www.adau.net/judas_ezine/
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Tribe
> Sent: Wednesday, September 13, 2000 8:48
PM
>
> I stabbed a kid with a pencil in the thigh in the
sixth grade cause I was
> pissed he wouldn't let me use his crayons. Sister
Ralph gave me
> the mother
> of all ass-whoopins, and then my mom did the same
when Sister Ralph ratted
> me out. I learned a valuable lesson.
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