(90) I've only been in one legitimate fight and it did nothing to enhance my sense of manliness. It was the classic bully situation (in middle school, which is, I'm convinced, every one's personal preview of what hell would be like). Vinny picked on me for a good two years: throwing quarters at my head, stepping on my shoes while I was walking, making sexual noises against my desk during class. Yes you heard me right. During class. This is public school fool.
Well one day and his friends surrounded me and began pelting me with tightly wadded alumninum foil. They didn't hurt exactly. It was the humiliation that got to me. People standing around laughing. They stopped when the teacher turned the corner. As usual, she pretended that she didn't see anything. Everyone got into line to go into class.
I pushed through the line, grabbed Vinny by his back collar, spun him around and pounded him in the face. He started to cry. It would have been a slightly more glorious moment if I hadn't started to cry too. Vinny didn't mess with me again. Or talk to me. Or talk about me.
This and a later situation eventually led me to leave (encouraged to leave?) public school which I suppose gives me some street cred.
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