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First off, let me say that I'm about the most laid back person there is. I don't fight, don't usually get into serious trouble, don't steal, bleh bleh bleh. Pretty normal John Q. Public life. Except for this one time I wasn't even myself. I don't even really remember it first person - it just seemed so surreal. I'm sure my old friends still tell it ...
I'm not the most imposing guy out there. In high school I was 6'0, but prolly only 155 pounds soaking wet. I certainly wasn't a jock, but I tended to hang out with a few of them from the Football team. One of them - Jared - was usually a pretty decent guy, but could turn into an asshole from time to time.
He was the guy that always had to prove himself in front of everyone else - especially his friends and social group. The teacher had left the class unattended for some reason - which always meant trouble. Usually Jared would bug the misfits of the class - the over achievers, the geeks, the audio video club - but this one time in Chem class, he decided to start laying into me. At first I just let it slide - hell, he bugged everyone, but then I just fucking snapped.
He had been calling me 'Morgasm' (which looking back is actually kinda funny) - but he just didn't stop. Each time he repeated it in different voices and tones and shit. At one point, he got this great look on his face, and got the whole class was just friggin pissing themselves in their seats. Hell, I prolly shoulda been laughing along - it was pretty funny stuff, but white rage just boiled inside.
I turned to him really cool and collected, and looked him right in the eyes. I remember saying 'Jared. Shut the fuck up. I'm not kidding'. Then I kick his desk so hard he falls right out of the bloody thing.
Jared isn't a small guy. He tackles big guys for fun. And I'm not a big guy. By all means, it appeared that I had gotten myself into something of a predicament. I stand up also, and meet him as he is coming down the aisle bearing down on me.
Just as he gets to me, I kick him square in the nuts, grab his shirt, pull it over his head, and start going to town on his stomach and kidneys. Jared goes down, and I get on top of him, just wailing away. He manages to get his shirt back down, and his head pokes out - I start hitting him in the face. It was vicious. Remember fight club? When Edward Norton is pounding like mad on Jared Leto's face and everyone just looks away - it was like that. Jared is bleeding like a stuck pig, cuts and bruises and welts all over his face - and I just give up, get up and off just as the teacher comes back in.
The teacher looks at Jared, looks at me, and there is this eternal silence that sets in. I don't remember doing it, but apparently, I then helped Jared up, and went to the bathroom to clean up. He never said anything about that day again. He never came back at me, or threatened me - certainly never called me 'Morgasm' again. The teacher never said anything about it either - and I never got in trouble for destroying this kid in class. Its like no one could even believe it happened. Part of me still doesn't.
Sorry for the long post.
And if you are still out there Jared - I can't really say I feel sorry for what I did to you. Thats one for the good guys.
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