11-26-2009, 03:03 PM
I was always the smallest (shortest and generally smallest over all) kid in school and was a target ripe for being picked on.
Finally one day in 7th grade I'd had enough and decided that even if I got my ass kicked I HAD to defend myself.
I called the big assed bully out after he smacked me on the back of the head and sure as shit he showed after school.
On the way there I grabbed an "equalizer" in the form of a snapped off car radio antenna I stuffed in the back of my pants.
He swung and I ducked (being smaller and faster) and that was the only swing he got in. I whipped the furry fuck out of him with the antenna causing him to need 60 stitches over 3 gashes in his face. When he went down on his ass I grabbed his shirt and took a shot with my right hand but he moved his head and I broke my knuckles against the wall I hit full force.
That made me snap.
I don't remember anything else till 3 guys pulled me off of him.
The end result was he had 5 broken ribs, a snapped left elbow. broken jaw and they told me I was purposefully setting up to hyperextend his right knee like a bird's leg and thereby snap his leg damn near in half. They said that was what made them decide that if they didn't stop me I was gonna kill him.
I got into a few fights that were only slamming someone into a wall or other ovbject after that but I am mindful of what I can do on an adrenaline charged rampage and have avoided getting physical since then.
Besides, most folks around here saw what I can do and want no part of pissing me off so it really isn't a problem.
I guess dynamite really does come in small packages being that I turned out to be just 5'4" tall and untill I turned 35 was under 135 lbs.
(BTW...the guy I near killed was 6' tall and 175 lbs at the time.)
Finally one day in 7th grade I'd had enough and decided that even if I got my ass kicked I HAD to defend myself.
I called the big assed bully out after he smacked me on the back of the head and sure as shit he showed after school.
On the way there I grabbed an "equalizer" in the form of a snapped off car radio antenna I stuffed in the back of my pants.
He swung and I ducked (being smaller and faster) and that was the only swing he got in. I whipped the furry fuck out of him with the antenna causing him to need 60 stitches over 3 gashes in his face. When he went down on his ass I grabbed his shirt and took a shot with my right hand but he moved his head and I broke my knuckles against the wall I hit full force.
That made me snap.
I don't remember anything else till 3 guys pulled me off of him.
The end result was he had 5 broken ribs, a snapped left elbow. broken jaw and they told me I was purposefully setting up to hyperextend his right knee like a bird's leg and thereby snap his leg damn near in half. They said that was what made them decide that if they didn't stop me I was gonna kill him.
I got into a few fights that were only slamming someone into a wall or other ovbject after that but I am mindful of what I can do on an adrenaline charged rampage and have avoided getting physical since then.
Besides, most folks around here saw what I can do and want no part of pissing me off so it really isn't a problem.
I guess dynamite really does come in small packages being that I turned out to be just 5'4" tall and untill I turned 35 was under 135 lbs.
(BTW...the guy I near killed was 6' tall and 175 lbs at the time.)