My sister came at me with a knife, but fortunately--never threatened to shoot me. The only place where guns were available was in Kansas, and by then, she had boyfriends and was getting stoned all the time and could care less what I did, as long as it didn't affect her life.
i love that mean fat kid was probly getting close to home, and could still hear your screams
He didn't live far from where we were, so it's very likely.
The kid was just a bastard. There was something about that part of town.
Not too far from Mean Fat Kid was Chunky Fat Kid, who was more into pellet guns than small shotguns.
In many ways, the pellet gun was worse because you knew there was a good chance somebody would pull the trigger. With a .410, even Mean Fat Kid would think twice about pulling the trigger.
mebbe mean fat kid turned himself around, became a writer, and posts about the overbite kid that he swears got eaten by crawdads
The day of the crawdad! duh, duh, duuuuuunh! Great story. I think we all had some kind of ditch that we played in as kids. I, however, never played with guns. I had an army dad with a personal arsenal and a hippie mom who would not even let us have water guns. We used lemon juice squeeze bottles to spray each other. According to my parents "you should never point a gun at someone unless you intend to kill them!". Of course, I had plenty of time at the range and I was taken deer hunting...ONCE. Apparently, I cried too much and made the men feel bad. Nowadays you should see the toy guns that my nephew gets from these same people. Oh, how viewpoints change with age.
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My sister came at me with a knife, but fortunately--never threatened to shoot me. The only place where guns were available was in Kansas, and by then, she had boyfriends and was getting stoned all the time and could care less what I did, as long as it didn't affect her life.
I'm glad Roy didn't shoot you in the face.
That would have kinda sucked, ya know?
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mebbe mean fat kid turned himself around, became a writer, and posts about the overbite kid that he swears got eaten by crawdads
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He didn't live far from where we were, so it's very likely.
The kid was just a bastard. There was something about that part of town.
Not too far from Mean Fat Kid was Chunky Fat Kid, who was more into pellet guns than small shotguns.
In many ways, the pellet gun was worse because you knew there was a good chance somebody would pull the trigger. With a .410, even Mean Fat Kid would think twice about pulling the trigger.
mebbe mean fat kid turned himself around, became a writer, and posts about the overbite kid that he swears got eaten by crawdads
I love that thought! :)
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