A memory
My biggest fight.
5th grade. I was by all defintions, quite the nerd. I wore thick plastic glasses and not the most stylish of clothing. Towards the end of the year, a group of us were playing two hand touch football and i caught a guy when he was in full stride and he tripped and fell. He got up all pissed and the guys were already circling for the kill, telling him to beat the hell out of me and not let me get away with that. I was trapped. I didn't know what to do, but I did make a big mistake. I threw the first punch. Really I don't know why I did that, I was nowhere near as strong as he was nor as quick. It might have been a result of an overwhelming feeling that the only way out of this was to fight. Well... he blocked the first punch and caught me with a big right hook in the face and my glasses flew off. Life seemed to be growing rather dark at that moment, but i heard my friends at the time say, "kick his ass Marc." I was still standing and wasn't all that phased by his punch, which I think stunned the other kid enough to give me a chance to recover. He leaned forward and charged me... his mistake. I grabbed his shoulder and began punching him in his back as hard as I could... how I still remember watching his back buckle in pain from every hit that I dealt him. The fight was broken up and I was taken to the office. I didn't really care all that much about who one the fight, more so I was scared I was going to get suspended. I began crying like a little baby, well not really, but almost there, and the Vice Principle came in, and well I lied my butt off. I said that people surrounded us trying to get us to fight each other, but we didn't. Knowing that I had saved him from getting suspended, I think we let each other live, like Marcellus letting Butch live in Pulp Fiction. Anyway, rumor spread that I kicked his ass, and it was one of the turning points in my life, people actually began to respect me as a fighter, as a leader... it was a life changing event.
5th grade. I was by all defintions, quite the nerd. I wore thick plastic glasses and not the most stylish of clothing. Towards the end of the year, a group of us were playing two hand touch football and i caught a guy when he was in full stride and he tripped and fell. He got up all pissed and the guys were already circling for the kill, telling him to beat the hell out of me and not let me get away with that. I was trapped. I didn't know what to do, but I did make a big mistake. I threw the first punch. Really I don't know why I did that, I was nowhere near as strong as he was nor as quick. It might have been a result of an overwhelming feeling that the only way out of this was to fight. Well... he blocked the first punch and caught me with a big right hook in the face and my glasses flew off. Life seemed to be growing rather dark at that moment, but i heard my friends at the time say, "kick his ass Marc." I was still standing and wasn't all that phased by his punch, which I think stunned the other kid enough to give me a chance to recover. He leaned forward and charged me... his mistake. I grabbed his shoulder and began punching him in his back as hard as I could... how I still remember watching his back buckle in pain from every hit that I dealt him. The fight was broken up and I was taken to the office. I didn't really care all that much about who one the fight, more so I was scared I was going to get suspended. I began crying like a little baby, well not really, but almost there, and the Vice Principle came in, and well I lied my butt off. I said that people surrounded us trying to get us to fight each other, but we didn't. Knowing that I had saved him from getting suspended, I think we let each other live, like Marcellus letting Butch live in Pulp Fiction. Anyway, rumor spread that I kicked his ass, and it was one of the turning points in my life, people actually began to respect me as a fighter, as a leader... it was a life changing event.