I was in kindergarden at bright school on the southside of chicago and i remember this one major thing that happened.In my neighborhood,even the smallest of children were tough,i mean ******* monsters!The parents were tough,the grandparents were tough,****,even the ice cream man was tough!So to survive there you can show weakness or you'll be beat down and teased everywhere you go.I came from a pretty abusive household with a rough life behind closed doors.An alcholic stepdad,and ass whippins came as often as the mail.I had the kind of stepdad that would whoop my ass for not being on the busstop for school and never realizing it was a saturday!So now i start school and i get to meet the class bully for the first time.For some ******* reason,this kid would put the extra hurtin on me.Now where im from,picked on meant a black eye and stolen lunch money,not to mention the nice walk home everyday with spit and boogers in your hair.Now i never feared anyone as much as i feared my stepdad,and when he got word of this **** he laid into me pretty hard.He told me if i came home with another black eye or torn shirt,i would not have to worry about the bully because my problem would be with him.I think this is where i developed my wit and dry sence of humor because getting your ass whooped at school,and at home,you kinda just end up telling youself lifes a ****** ***** and either laugh or cry.So the next day i went to school with my nice hard penny loafers on and a lump in my throat.The teacher told us to sit in a circle to play a game called "duck duck goose",if u dont know the game you were never a kid,so i wont explain.The bully (of course),came and sat next to me and for some odd reason i felt for the first time the same feeling i had twards my mother but twards the teacher for allowing these bad things to happen to me.He punched me i the arm and grabbed my ear,and all i can remember is looking down and seeing his hand on the floor.I lifted my foot and with everything i had,stepped on his hand.Not only did i step on it,but i grinded it back and forth till the nails on his hand broke off,all the time hearing a scream i never even made myself when gettin an ass whoopin from the monster!It felt good,and i saw blood,and tears from my bully.My teacher called my mother at work and she had to come down to school to take me home.I realized what i did and started fearing my punishment at home.My mom showed up and took one look at me,and i swear to god on my kids eyes i fainted dead on the spot!Im not shittin you,i fainted!I woke up at my desk and my mom took me home,and the whole time i was terrified of what my stepdad was gonna do.He came home and my mom told him what happened,and for the first time i felt love from this prick.I mean,he was so cool to me and i think i even felt pride from him (which was never).After that i never had a problem with anyone in school,but i still had the problems at home.I was just happy to have cut the abuse in half........ever hear of a win lose situation?
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