Comrade Fight Stories

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    Hit first and hit hard.

    That's the only way to deal with violence in school. I learned this but never could really bring myself to muster up the golden rule in practice, until I did this with a bulley at one time in my life. This brough me respect and he never bothered me again. Such is human nature.


    You were probably beyond some H.S. teacher... in fact, by age 13 your brain was already mature and your IQ at it's peak.

    I would dispute you, though, and in fact a light year varies according to the effect of gravity upon it's wavelength. There are also other aspects to it's behavior which alter it with respect to the edges of the universe and it's curvature at these extremes. However, I'm quite positive your H.S. teacher didn't argue this detail, did she?

    That's when the superglue, the firecrackers, and other common devices of retribution come into play...er... you didn't hear that from me, lol!


    Yep, I read plenty and actually grew bored with the textbooks in high school. My math books especially, became redundant.

    I hated English.

    I had such a teacher. That class final was the first time I became addicted to tobacco.

    My little story from middle school... some bully from the 7th grade for months got on my case, and finally challenged me to some arranged meet after school to fight. I was scared shitless. There was a crowd of kids around us who were all hyped up. I slapped him in the face several times and he began to cry. Then he left. I felt bad about the whole thing, got on my bike, and started home. He and his HUGE buddy followed me and I pulled off. Then the fat ass slugged me in the stomach, and the bulley had something in his hand and punched me in the face. I actually felt good about that. He got back at me, which he needed to do. There were no witnesses, and so I was never bothered again at that school. Win-win.

    Totally unrelated but I thought you'd enjoy that story.
     
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    No. When she figured out it wasn't a unit of time (I think she figured out I was right, but wouldn't admit it), she started arguing that it was a speed. I was quite annoyed.

    As for the fight thing, I'm no stranger to violence. I'm 21, 5'8", and weigh about 145. Everyone thought I was an easy target and continued to think so until I drew blood. I ended up breaking up the bully practice (along with my mom) in that entire school system. It was two fronts. I would make sure that bullies doubted their ability to choose easy targets and my mom would scream at the administration because if I had been coming to school in the same condition I came home in, my parents would've been arrested for child abuse. First bully I dealt with in junior high (3rd total) hit me on the lip twice. I was perfectly calm until the second time, after which I made him cry with a single blow. That was probably the worst one, thought. Other bullies were content to see displays of strength before they left, and now that I've had the sheer joy of running on a broken leg for a total of 6 days, I'm tought enough that I can take what they dish out, so I let them wail on me (moving around enough to take the blows in non-vital areas)...to no apparent effect...until they realize that if I was fighting back, they'd be in the hospital. It's quite funny to see their faces when they come to that realization. I think the best intimidation I did, though, was to turn around and face the bully, pick up a large wooden plank (2x4), hit a lightpost hard enough to break the plank in two, then pick up the other piece with the other hand and hold both in a fighting stance.

    Ugh, what a tangent. Anyway, education needs a major reform.
     
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    I like this kind of story, and it's past midnight anyway. My brain is tired and instead of debate this is enjoyable. You want to hear my second fight story, in High School?
     
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    Yes guys, let's hear the fight stories, I may learn something! :cof:
     
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    Okay fight fans.... in the first corner, Comrade! A Junior in High School He just drank a few beers, and inhaled a few balloons of nitrous, and somehow got into a fight with his Freshman hottie (man she was a KNOCKOUT). I'll post her pic if you want. Anyway, Comrade is all fucked up and pissed off.


    In the other corner, is a guy who hangs with his little clique but is actually kind of annoying and fat and for some reason this fight with his hottie started because of him. And the hell if we know why, folks, but there are two pissed off teens and they are eyeing each other now...

    Continued....
     
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    "I'm gonna kick your ass!", someone said. Maybe it was Comrade or maybe it was his once friend and now sworn enemy. In this drunken haze of mind altering substances the fact remains the little hot chick is gone, now. And because sex and violence are hand in hand, the two pace around the room, packed with partygoers.

    Someone with half a brain orders us out the door. That was Guy. Yes, his name was Guy. In fact it was his party. That's right, anyway...
     
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    Continue please! :cof:
     
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    The front yard then becomes the arena, and the crowd forms, and we pace around each other. Mind you, we were indeed once part of the same group. Actually, I had this big old Buick Skylark which seats 20 and so it was always MY group, dammit. And this guy and I never really accepted each other as friends. However, something he did left me pissed off. And he was pissed at me as well. And in our haze of alcohol we're pairing off in the gravel driveway.

    People, don't fight in a gravel driveway. We'll get to that.

    Hey, is anyone listening? Give me a hollar and I'll go on.
     
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    :slap:
     
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    Okay, so the match is about to commence....

    But did I mention Guy? This is funny, so I'll go into a side bar.

    Guy was in his early 20's, and threw parties, bought alcohol, and was a fireman.

    This was his house.

    Well actually, it was his moms house. He lived with his mom. And hung out with us High Schoolers.

    The fucker actually tried to make out with the same aformentioned chickie, all of 15 years old. Anyway, that's a whole different story.

    Did I say the driveway was gravel? Yes. Ok. Continued....
     

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