Post: Your first real fight
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06-09-2015, 12:16 AM
#1
Merk
Space Ninja
My first fight-
I was 13 and this kid was talking shit and threatening me. He was close to 6'3" and he was 15. I was 5'4" at the time. Me and this kid hated each other to the point killing was an option. One day i met im at the skate park and just looking at him made me mad. He started with his shit again so i dropped my bags and i went up to him and got face to face and said "Say it again". Mind you this was my first fight so i was nervous. He started to say the shit again and right before he finished i threw a left hook and drilled him and then picked him up, slammed him on his head and started doing the windmill ( Look this up if you dont know what it is) One of his buddy's grabbed me and pulled me off him. I was hype and wanted to keep going but i saw his face was bleeding and it made me so happy i just walked away. Till that day, i have not heard anything from the kid
06-12-2015, 04:15 PM
#20
Ajax Blue
Bounty hunter
Another fight of mine happened long before I ever lived on my own. This is a fight between me and my sister. See, I grew up in a house that only had two bedrooms - one belonged to my parents, the other had to be shared by me and my sister.
Now my sister, she had a cat. You might think: Well that's not so bad. Well, you're wrong - it was awful. Her cat was hell on wheels. It made noise when it was awake, it made different noises when it was asleep and it sounded like two ambulances chasing a cougar on a bunch of squeaky toys. So at a certain point with this cat, I would begin to place him outside. My sister absolutely despised me for this, saying that the cat was alone and scared outdoors all by himself (he wasn't), so she'd let the cat in, saying: "YOU CAN'T JUST PUT A LIVING CREATURE OUT ON ITS OWN LIKE THAT!"
And I would reply: "Well guess what? When mom brought you home I would put you outside. And you were too stupid to get back inside because you were a baby."
So the cat would come inside. I would then remove the cat from our room and put him in the hall. I thought this was a fair compromise. It wasn't. My sister would yell at me about how he's all alone and scared out in the dark. In essence, I was forced to choose between a noisy cat or an annoying little sister who was being manipulated by a cat who was nocturnal and not at all afraid of the dark.
I chose a tent.
After a while of this back and forth, I finally told her that either the cat was going to live outside or I would and, not wanting to lose this argument, I knew there was only one thing to do. I got my parents' tent and started to live outside. I made sure to place the tent close enough to be visible to those who may want to pity me, but far enough away to give the illusion of danger and therefore worthy of their pity.
It was cool for a while, but as the temperature began to drop my mom demanded that I come back inside. So, I did, and I had to put up with the cat until my parents got a new home which had my very own room.
Now my sister, she had a cat. You might think: Well that's not so bad. Well, you're wrong - it was awful. Her cat was hell on wheels. It made noise when it was awake, it made different noises when it was asleep and it sounded like two ambulances chasing a cougar on a bunch of squeaky toys. So at a certain point with this cat, I would begin to place him outside. My sister absolutely despised me for this, saying that the cat was alone and scared outdoors all by himself (he wasn't), so she'd let the cat in, saying: "YOU CAN'T JUST PUT A LIVING CREATURE OUT ON ITS OWN LIKE THAT!"
And I would reply: "Well guess what? When mom brought you home I would put you outside. And you were too stupid to get back inside because you were a baby."
So the cat would come inside. I would then remove the cat from our room and put him in the hall. I thought this was a fair compromise. It wasn't. My sister would yell at me about how he's all alone and scared out in the dark. In essence, I was forced to choose between a noisy cat or an annoying little sister who was being manipulated by a cat who was nocturnal and not at all afraid of the dark.
I chose a tent.
After a while of this back and forth, I finally told her that either the cat was going to live outside or I would and, not wanting to lose this argument, I knew there was only one thing to do. I got my parents' tent and started to live outside. I made sure to place the tent close enough to be visible to those who may want to pity me, but far enough away to give the illusion of danger and therefore worthy of their pity.
It was cool for a while, but as the temperature began to drop my mom demanded that I come back inside. So, I did, and I had to put up with the cat until my parents got a new home which had my very own room.
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