So this my thread right? 1st-2nd day of school ever for me. I'm like..5.
The teacher gives everybody the same size lump of Play-Doh, and I'm about to make me a dinosaur, but that's not what happened.
The kid to my left took my allocated lump of Play-Doh, smashed it into the top of his and did his head like "Fuck you, it's mine now."
So I smashed that motherfucker right down to the ground right in his chair.
So hard his head hitting the ground was worse than the smashing in I gave his fucking face.
He had 2 black eyes and big lump on the back of his head the next day.
He still wanted to fight, but only symbolically. I had already kicked the fire out of him.
We scuffled every morning for about a week after that, then he gave up.
Seriously, I knew every morning when I get to school, I will have to tussle with this kid.
Didn't wanna hurt him too bad. The way the back of his head hit that ground/slab/tile scared the shit out of me.
Learned something.
Really the next week-week 1/2 of fighting with that kid every morning was like going through the motions.
It still happened, but whatever.

At no future points did I smash him in the face like when he robbed me of my Play-Doh.
It was wrassling and like "mercy" n stuff. Not that.
Probably let him win a couple times to make him feel better about himself.
If just may have been he needed a confidence boost.
I am who I am.
It is what it is.
Still remember that kid's name.
Him trying to take another student's Play Doh was a dumb idea.
Pretty sure I made him realize that.
