Long story short, I was bullied, until the day that I wasn't.
Eh fucc it, long story.
This dude named Eric Edmonton... Used to fukk with me back in 8th grade. Came from one of those st0rmfr0nt military families. For whatever reason, he decided one day he was gonna fukk with me.
I was a late bloomer and young (I was 11 in 8th grade) so I didn't have a whole lot of physical presence yet so this dude stayed fukking with me for like 2 weeks. One day on the bus I looked over and saw him showing his squad this .45 he brought to school. It wasn't necessarily for me, but that's the kind of "Doomsday Preppers" motherfukker he was.
So one day in gym we're playing ball. I'm playing the point and I think he was the 2 or 3. I pass the ball his way but he wasn't looking and that shyt hit him in the head. He threw off his camo jacket and came at me, bro. Started swinging and throwing kicks. I dodged all but one, that shyt caught me right in the chin. I reeled and fell back. Didn't hurt tho, I guess it was adrenalin or something cause I got up and didn't give a fukk that he was probably packing. He saw the
in my eyes as I started toward him and said, "What are you gonna do, ******?"...
About 18 feet away on the bleachers, were a couple of my boys. Lamont and Lemont (they were twins, yes that really is what they were named) overheard this shyt and what went from a fair fight became a very bad day for the young white man. We beat the living fukk out of him on the court and had him coppin' pleas. He never bothered me again.