when i was in 7th grade i caught the bus down the street with some other kids some in HS some in JR high and the older HS kids used to pick on me.
But they didnt ride the bus home in the afternoon but there little brothers did.
So there was this means ass dog right across from the bus stop,this old man kept him fenced in so i thought it would be funny to take the bookbags of the little brothers of the guys who picked on me and throw them over the fence.
HAha tuff shit right?
so one day i go to grab this one kids book bag and WAALA little ****er pulls a knife on me tells me hes gonna stab me.
so i go to kick it outta his hand and it stabs him in the face.OOOOPPPPSSS.
so hes screaming and cant pull the knife outta his chin and i freak and run home(my grandpa was standing at the end of his drive and wanted me to carry rock salt from the carport to the basement
)
the best part was when his mom came down to tell my parents she wanted them to pay for the Dr. bill my dad said "your son had the knife"
and when she started crying he said "if all your gonna do is stand there and blubber you gotta leave"
