MY FUCKING HAND HURTS....!!!
Well today was quite interesting my right hand is fucked up, but it isn’t broken I probably just screwed up the knuckles, any way I got into a fight at my moms second job. Now this wants some petty thing that most juvenile little whelps my age get into (I’m 16). No, my mom works at a holiday inn that is her part time job, and I went with her after school, this was an easy way to get some money. So I was on a break, reading my book, when these three ladies came in they all had very surprised looks they were going to a funeral. They came to the desk near hysteria, “oh my god there is this creepy guy out in the parking lot flashing people!” one of the ladies exclaimed.
“We came in here to get a room but now we don’t want to go back out there, and out car is still running and the door is open,” another women explained. So I decided what the hell I was going to be noble today, I told them that I was going out there to get their stuff for them and close their car up. They told me to e careful, that the guy looks kind of dangerous. I told them if I was not back in five minutes…. just wait longer. So I went out there and that guy was standing about thirty feet away from the door with his pants un done I just shook my head, he looked to be of medium built, I could take him, I thought, now I’m not a buff football star as you can tell by my punctuation nor am I any Bruce Lee, granted I am somewhat skinny, but I know how to throw a punch, I mean come on, were talking to a future Marine here, I am in MCJROTC so I knew how to take care of my self in a fist fight. So, I walk to this Mazda, nice car, and I turn off the engine, and grab the two other bags, and close the trunk that guy is still standing there but he seemed…closer, a pang of fear surged through me, what if he has a weapon, I thought to my self but the notion quickly passed. I lost all my fear and anger started to take control. AHHH anger my good friend. I looked up at the guy and told him; “Hey buddy get outta here no one wants to see your tinny weenie!” he just looked at me.
“Boy who you talkin’ to like that, mind your elders!” he yelled back
“I only respect people who have a little more to show for themselves then 3 inches, pal!” I yelled and started for the door about half way there I heard the sound of running foot steps, I quickly drop the bags right when he reached me and I grabbed hi right arm put my left arm around his neck swung him around using all my weight (135 lbs) and momentum to throw him to the ground like a rag doll, he got up clumsily and ran right at me, perfect, I thought to my self, I threw one god punch at him caught him squarely in his right cheek bone. But I threw my punch too hand, he did a 180 and fell to the ground but landed on his had so he was upright, I ran up fully enraged that my knuckles were bleeding and kicked him in the mouth whit my steel toed boots, a few teeth fell out, now he was on his back, I got down and pined him down with my knee on his neck suffocating him while I rained blow after blow onto his face, after about fifteen seconds, I seen his eyes roll in the back of his head, so I decided to get up and let him catch his breath when he sat up he looked at me through his good eye because his right one was closed up and bleeding, he looked terrified, I old him calmly, which is scary cause my threatening calm voice gives people the chills, I told him “no get out of here or else I will break something more important to you then your face,” he got up and hobbled away I grabbed the bags and went inside the ladies and my mom and this old guy saw the whole thing.
“oh my god are you all right,” the younger lady asked me when I came in I gave a smirk and said that he was a pussy. The elderly lady went to get some ice for my hand and the old guy came up to me and said, “son I haven’t seen someone throw a punch like that since the war (I’m guessing he was WWII) I hope you join the military.”
“Don’t worry sir I’m planning on being a Marine.” After that he went back to his room and I helped the two young ladies and the old women carry their things for them, just to be nice cause the youngest one was no more than 20 and she had a nice ass, well she gave me a quick hug. I went downstairs and wrapped my hand in a cloth and pus some ice over it, my mom looked proud and little afraid. Well I can’t help it; I lived in upper New York for 9 years I learned how to fight from my old friend Tony. Well now that my little update is over I’m gonna go watch TV.
FUCK OFF
FUCK PETA
Matthew
“We came in here to get a room but now we don’t want to go back out there, and out car is still running and the door is open,” another women explained. So I decided what the hell I was going to be noble today, I told them that I was going out there to get their stuff for them and close their car up. They told me to e careful, that the guy looks kind of dangerous. I told them if I was not back in five minutes…. just wait longer. So I went out there and that guy was standing about thirty feet away from the door with his pants un done I just shook my head, he looked to be of medium built, I could take him, I thought, now I’m not a buff football star as you can tell by my punctuation nor am I any Bruce Lee, granted I am somewhat skinny, but I know how to throw a punch, I mean come on, were talking to a future Marine here, I am in MCJROTC so I knew how to take care of my self in a fist fight. So, I walk to this Mazda, nice car, and I turn off the engine, and grab the two other bags, and close the trunk that guy is still standing there but he seemed…closer, a pang of fear surged through me, what if he has a weapon, I thought to my self but the notion quickly passed. I lost all my fear and anger started to take control. AHHH anger my good friend. I looked up at the guy and told him; “Hey buddy get outta here no one wants to see your tinny weenie!” he just looked at me.
“Boy who you talkin’ to like that, mind your elders!” he yelled back
“I only respect people who have a little more to show for themselves then 3 inches, pal!” I yelled and started for the door about half way there I heard the sound of running foot steps, I quickly drop the bags right when he reached me and I grabbed hi right arm put my left arm around his neck swung him around using all my weight (135 lbs) and momentum to throw him to the ground like a rag doll, he got up clumsily and ran right at me, perfect, I thought to my self, I threw one god punch at him caught him squarely in his right cheek bone. But I threw my punch too hand, he did a 180 and fell to the ground but landed on his had so he was upright, I ran up fully enraged that my knuckles were bleeding and kicked him in the mouth whit my steel toed boots, a few teeth fell out, now he was on his back, I got down and pined him down with my knee on his neck suffocating him while I rained blow after blow onto his face, after about fifteen seconds, I seen his eyes roll in the back of his head, so I decided to get up and let him catch his breath when he sat up he looked at me through his good eye because his right one was closed up and bleeding, he looked terrified, I old him calmly, which is scary cause my threatening calm voice gives people the chills, I told him “no get out of here or else I will break something more important to you then your face,” he got up and hobbled away I grabbed the bags and went inside the ladies and my mom and this old guy saw the whole thing.
“oh my god are you all right,” the younger lady asked me when I came in I gave a smirk and said that he was a pussy. The elderly lady went to get some ice for my hand and the old guy came up to me and said, “son I haven’t seen someone throw a punch like that since the war (I’m guessing he was WWII) I hope you join the military.”
“Don’t worry sir I’m planning on being a Marine.” After that he went back to his room and I helped the two young ladies and the old women carry their things for them, just to be nice cause the youngest one was no more than 20 and she had a nice ass, well she gave me a quick hug. I went downstairs and wrapped my hand in a cloth and pus some ice over it, my mom looked proud and little afraid. Well I can’t help it; I lived in upper New York for 9 years I learned how to fight from my old friend Tony. Well now that my little update is over I’m gonna go watch TV.
FUCK OFF
FUCK PETA
Matthew