Tocky on 30/12/2017 at 22:09
My wife says I only remember the best about folks. I don't think that's true but even if it is what's wrong with that? Most folks are decent in most circumstances and even when they make mistakes it isn't with ill intent necessarily. And lord don't we all do stupid shit growing up?
Kevin wanted me to go park behind the Pizza Hut as we passed it. It was like a sudden idea he had. Okay sure. What now? Back up to the woods there. What the hell? Wait here. So he goes into the patch of woods just back of it that stretch a short ways to the next street over. He comes back pulling a Christmas tree. What the hell dude? It's not Christmas. Open the trunk he says. Why? What in hell? It was then I noticed it wasn't a Christmas tree but a pot plant.
Whoa. I open the trunk. Where in hell did this come from? You been growing this back there? No. It's Perry's. Huh? It didn't occur to me right away that Perry's house was one street over from the Hut. This is one of the four he had out back of his house? Why in hell would you do that? He owes me. What? Like money? He stole my girlfriend. I didn't know what to say about that. It was wrong. I felt that but what was I going to do now? Maybe a better person would know but I'm not exactly Mr. clean. We drove to Kevin's house and offloaded it. He was going to dry it out and pay back Rusty for some of his mooching over the past few months. I didn't want to be there so I left but before I went I told him one thing: this goes no further than the two of us. Got it? I don't know what to think about it but you have to promise that.
So he tells Kent. Kent busts him to Perry. I have no recall of Perry doing anything to get Kevin back. I'm pretty sure he just let it slide. I don't know if that was because he accepted it as payback for what he had done in taking Kevin's girl or what. But that didn't mean a shit-storm wasn't coming. Kevin was pissed at Kent. I liked Kent. We got on well. But Kevin was and will always be my best lifelong bud. Damn it.
We were riding in Kevin's Plymouth Coronet when he spotted Kent's car on a side street and went back to park behind it. I'm unsure whether there was some prearranged thing going on or what. Seems like there must have been but maybe this is one of those things I mostly don't want to recall. We all get out including Kent's brother Jay from Kent's car. Kevin and Kent start to argue and me and Jay just kind of hang back watching. Lot's of recriminations and loud words passed.
Unfortunately that wasn't all that passed. Licks started to flow as they tied into each other. I figured to just let them knot each others heads a bit and get it out of their system but Jay didn't see it that way and jumped in. Damn. No way I could let that happen. I hated to jump on Jay because I have a brother too and I have fought for him before but I just gave in. Damn it, no other way. Only, as I'm grabbing his arms from behind, I see a cop pull in. My hands go up immediately and I step back. The cop tells me that is the only thing that kept me from going to jail like everybody else.
Kevin went to California not long after because his dad (separated from his mom) wanted him to or his brother Chris who was a city planner in LA or something. The whole damn family wound up there for some reason. But this didn't end then. Oh no. Kelly, who was a good friend of Perry's, was an evil shit. He had shot Slyvan, a guy I went to school with, because Sylvan had become a narc. He took him hunting and shot him in the back as he climbed a tree and got away with it as a "hunting accident". Oxford narc police were notorious for turning those they caught into snitches. There was a Sixty Minutes piece on their abuses even. Anyway, me and Kelly had an appointment with destiny a few months down the line. That will be my next story if anyone wants to hear it. Hell, even if you don't, I'm on a gut spilling roll.
Tocky on 31/12/2017 at 02:43
I likely started college at the worst possible moment in my life. I was adrift mentally, I had weepy longings for Laurie still, I couldn't even pick a major right. I picked premed. That might have been okay if I had preregistered and gotten decent classes but I worked and partied all summer then did things last minute. I got a very early morning Algebra class by a student teacher. To top it off I forgot my book first day and by the time I got back only the rear seats were left and I'm a bit deaf. Still, if I had made that last test I might have squeaked by. Without figuring in Algebra I had a 3.5 which is the way they sent my grade to me before I pointed out they hadn't figured in the Algebra. I'm just fucking brilliant about picking moments to be honest aren't I? It cost me my scholarship. Why? Why in hell didn't I follow my heart and pick Archaeology with a minor in geology? I figured I couldn't make a living at it. And now one of my friends in high school is curator of the Natural History museum in Jackson. That could have been me. Or maybe I would have just fucked up in a different way.
Well anyway, I was at the Abby bar drinking with Beth just after a psychology student had done some research I had volunteered for on rate of drinks per hour and alcoholism. At the end of several sessions he proclaimed I was in the safe zone which surprised the shit out of me and made me highly doubt his research. Me and Beth got along so great. She was bi and we could talk about girls and she would give me the straight dope. No bullshit about her at all.
She was good looking but I didn't think of her that way. I saw how she treated guys, just used them for sex and moved on like dipshit guys do. Then again she didn't treat girls any better. But I think she was helping me heal. I was feeling like I had a friend I could talk to about anything and she would sympathize in a real way. We were always happy to see each other and hugged in that deep feeling way you do those you really like. God I wish we didn't have that night together on airport hill. We were such good friends. After that I was just another guy she had slept with. Oh she pretended like I had seen her do with those guys but the difference was that I knew. We had talked about those guys. The "hey how you been" guys. I screwed up. But this story isn't about her.
We were sitting there drinking a pitcher of draft when Kelly came and sat down. He had this really smug smartass smile on and he went straight into some shit about Perry and how I did him wrong. I allowed I might have and I was sorry for it. Well he was still pushing and it became annoying. At a certain point I quit being sorry. I asked did Perry's ass still taste the same. Remember he was the guy that got a mouthful in the story a little up from this one. That didn't strike his funny bone too well. I guess I had the smartass smile on then. He told me he was going to kick my ass. I told him anytime he felt froggy to jump. He did. Straight at me.
I got him in a headlock right off, hell, he may have even come at me head first. We went over backwards but I was in control. I was knocking knots on his head and face and feeling really pleased I was getting the best of this stone cold killer when I was picked up from the floor by one arm and held out dangling like a rag doll by the scruff of my collar. Toto had come over. Toto was the bouncer and a really big guy that loved to work out. He had each of us in hand. We had to go. Outside Kelly told me this wasn't over but he was saying it walking away. A bit later at another bar Beth found me and told me Toto was sorry. She had told him who started things and he wanted me to know no hard feelings and I could come back anytime. I liked Toto.
Anyway I saw Kelly again at the same bar and he gave me the evil eye and I guess I did him too but neither of us made a move. So much for it ain't over dude. It was. Unless he shot me in the back sometime.
Tocky on 31/12/2017 at 07:38
Do I tell about Belinda or Linda now? How about we go back a bit and I tell about Dena? She was in the Airforce. I think she may have been the one to help me most with my screwed up sense of being physical with women. There was no bullshit with her at all. She was just natural and easy though she didn't say a lot. She was also smoky sensual.
The way we met was great. I've never had this happen before. We were in this orientation class shortly after I had come to Upper Heyford. We kept looking at each other. You just know sometimes. I don't know how. Anyway after the thing was over everybody files out except us two. She is sitting on this gurney in this searsucker nurses uniform with those white stockings on. You know the ones that make that whisp whisp sound when they rub together? Oh god. She was sexy as hell. I walked right over without saying a word. I pressed myself between her knees and leaned in and kissed her. We hadn't even spoken. Had I been wrong I guess it would have been sexual harassment. I wasn't wrong. We kissed a long time.
She was dark haired and dark eyed. She was rock and roll. Not this disco shit but hard core rock and roll. I had a concert partner now. More than that, I had a dance partner at the NCO club. Every damn time we danced it became dirty dancing and we wound up in bed together. That would have been fine except she lived in the girls dorm and I had to sneak out the next morning. She would watch at the door and I would wait until she gave me the go ahead. With a final kiss it would be out the door and running down the hall to the end door. I wish she had lived closer to the end. Sometimes girls wandered out of the communal shower in nothing but a towel and I had to run past them. Nobody ever told though. Girls are cooler than guys ever will be. She was the girl I was talking about every time I mentioned sneaking out of the girls dorm.
What I want to tell about is the AC/DC concert at the Hammersmith Odeon. I got us tickets because I knew she would go nuts over them. The back in black tour. The Airforce would ship us all over on a bus together. That was about the coolest thing the Airforce ever did in my opinion. We were all drinking on the bus. I had this wine skin bladder thing we were pulling off of. We were tipsy halfway there. Folks had to pee. Rather than find a service station or the like the driver would pull off the side when folks got too noisy about needing to go and we all piled out to do our business. It seems a tad strange to me now but that's the way he did it.
What happened was the girls would go first and the guys would avert their eyes looking the other way and still on the bus. The girls lined up beside the bus as close as they could for concealment but I have a feeling they were not real worried. After the girls got back on the guys piled out and lined up whizzing away from the bus. Well the girls weren't as prudish about turning their heads. Not by a long shot. They came out of the bus, some of them, and took a walk along the line making comments about penis sizes. Some of the comments were really funny. Oooo do you have a date tonight? Or awww poor little guy. Well I didn't get much singling out either way until a girl came by and said "hey, I recognize that one". It was the friend of my girlfriend and so when my girl came by not long after to stand beside her I said "she does not! It's a lie! I swear I never!" But they just laughed. They kept staring though. It was enough to get me um... excited but thankfully they moved on not too long after.
Anyway we had a great time at the concert only she got sick and we had to go out the side door and while she puked some idiot burst out the door and knocked her sideways so that I caught her and bitched at him. Numbnuts. The door locked and we had to go around front but had no problem getting back in. We took care of each other and no shame in it. I had to sneak out the girls dorm that morning too.
She was great. ACDC wasn't bad either.
Tocky on 2/1/2018 at 05:13
Damn I have a lot of stories that involve sex and violence. I've been trying to think of some that don't. Okay how about this one.
This sounds like a lie but it's the truth (I swear they all are) which makes it perfect for one of my stories. I had taken my family camping at Sardis lake back when my son was with his first wife and my daughter in her early teens. It wasn't going too great. We had got the tent up when I heard the door slam on my truck. There was only one problem with that. All the rods, about ten of them, were poking out the door. All but one broke. Sorry, honey. So I go to The Dam Store (that was the name) and get all they had which was five. Now most of us can fish. I didn't expect everyone to get up early anyway.
I also didn't expect nobody to. I rose about five and built up the fire then put on the bacon expecting the smell to wake up somebody. Nobody got up. I told them I wanted to be on the lake when the sun came up. Everyone but me and my daughter had drank beer the night before so that might have been some of it but if bacon can't get you up then nothing will. I ate alone.
Feeling kind of pouty I got the gear together and stood by the boat a bit. Then I tried nudging shoulders. Come on get up. The fish bite early. No deal. Well they would be sorry when I came back with a stringer of crappie. I off loaded the boat into the dark water of the boat ramp by my parking lights and pulled the truck to a parking spot then set out for a cove nearby with a lot of reeds sticking out perfect for bass and crappie. The sun was just coming up.
I tried everything I had including live minnows. Nothing was biting. I figured maybe I could lure a bass with an H & H spinner. If not I would move somewhere else but this place looked so promising. Great. I hung my lure on a stump or something under the water. I tried yanking it this way and that and no dice. It was stuck good. Damn. Well I would just have to start the motor and drive careful to the other side of it and hope it came off from that angle. First I would try just a little longer working it back and forth.
I got a little play out of it. Hmmmm. Maybe it wasn't a stump. Maybe it was an old tire. Could I get it to the boat without breaking my line and retrieve my lure though? Then it started moving sideways. That surprised me. It also scared me a little. I had been pulling pretty hard before and it hadn't moved. This was something big. Real big. It moved sideways and pulled me and the boat a bit as it did. My line was on the cusp of breaking and I was trying to recall what pound test it was. Holy crap this thing was big. Surely it's not like an alligator or something. This isn't normal.
I can't explain the feeling I got. Some deep primordial fear. But I wasn't going to let go. I had to see. I was trying to baby the line and I did start getting some gain as it went back and forth maybe twenty yards at a pass. The boat had also been pulled closer to it and further into the deep water of the cove. I wondered would I tire before it came close enough. I didn't. The last several yards I seemed to drag it in a straight line until it was directly under the boat. It was still too deep to see.
I cranked the line easy. No way was I going to break it now and not see it. It came straight up from the depths slowly. It was shiny. I was wearing sunglasses because of the angle of early morning sun being so bright but I could see the glimmer well. I hadn't a hand not occupied to take them off anyway. Up it came slowly coming clearer. It was as big as the boat or near enough that I knew I was never going to get it over the gunwale. It was an alligator gar, a trash fish that plagued Sardis, but I never knew they could grow this big. Most folks would pull them to the edge of a boat and beat them to death with a paddle because those long teeth they sport could really injure you if you tried to take out your hook.
I wanted him. Here was my "Old Man and the Sea" moment. But I knew I could never get him in the boat. There wouldn't be any tying him to the side like Hemmingway had his character do. This guy was nowhere near that tired anyway. I could see his eye become clearer as he surfaced and I swear I could see curiosity in it. It had to be my imagination. No way I could unhook him and something as old as this I was not going to kill. It wouldn't be right, trophy fish devourer though he was, I would have to cut my line. Mygod what a monster.
We stared at each other eye to eye, me looking over the side and him looking up, his body sideways to the water surface. When he was nearly at the top he bent quick and casual catching the line in his teeth and snapping it. His snout had broken the surface and it's closing sent a jet of water in a perfect line straight into my right sunglasses lens. Maybe he had to wait until he was that close to the surface to be assured of breaking the line. I like to think he could have broken the line any time and just wanted to see what had snagged him.
One thing was certain. Nobody was going to believe me when I got back to camp.
Tocky on 3/1/2018 at 05:10
I wish I could get some stories out of you folks. Maybe when you get my age you will want to unload some dirty laundry. Or maybe I'm just jabbering like a meth monkey. This next one is sort of sobering.
We were driving the back roads sipping some suds not long after I got back from the service. Roads here are real curvy. A lot of them were Indian or game trails originally. As our lights swept around one curve we saw the headlights of a vehicle off in the woods. Did you see that? Yeah, let's go back.
We pulled off and there was an old ford truck that centered a tree pretty bad about a dozen yards off the road. I opened the door on the passenger side hoping it was abandoned because there wasn't anyone in sight. He was lying on the seat. I couldn't feel a pulse. More than that, he was cool to the touch. One of the guys had a flashlight and I took it and swept it across the mans left eye. Fixed and unresponsive. I swept it across his right eye. Fixed and dilated. Brain damage. I looked at his forehead. A deep steering wheel type dent. The man was dead and I said so.
"We have to try" said somebody. I looked up and saw Leggit looking at me. I didn't know how to respond to that look. I wanted to explain how I knew he would never come back but the look was pleading. Help me get him out. Ordinarily you don't move them but nothing was going to hurt this guy now. We got him on the hard ground where chest compressions would work. Or would normally. He was about the age I am now with salt and pepper hair.
I got his head tilted and made sure his tongue wasn't obstructing or there was no tobacco chaw or anything. The tongue was cold and sticky, not slimy like it should have been and likely was an hour before. I filled his lungs with two quick deep breaths and turned my ear to listen to the exhale. I could hear a fluid bubble. There might be a punctured lung. I felt along the chest on the way to the sternum tip but there wasn't anything obvious. I began to pump. I could feel no snapping under my palm. The ribs were springy which was good.
I wish I could say we saved him. I wish I could say he coughed and came back but I knew from the get go it was useless. If I hadn't then when he aspirated cold blood into my mouth I would have known. Even as I spit it out I noted the black color of it. No oxygen in it. I already had the worst he could give so I kept up till the ambulance came. At some point somebody had to have gone somewhere to make a call. I was so into the rhythm I didn't notice till one of the EMT's put a hand on my shoulder. They intubated and bagged him and took him away on a gurney.
I got a fresh beer and swished my mouth out but you can't swish your mouth out enough after something like that. I got some pats on the back for my effort but they were as useless as my effort. The cop that was there took our statements but didn't bother us about having beer. They likely wouldn't do that these days. I sat with my back against the rear tire of the truck and put my head down on my arms over my knees. After awhile I heard the door open and wiped my eyes in the crook of my arm before looking up. The guys were gathering the peppermint schnapps bottles from his floorboard and chucking them into the woods so his family wouldn't know. I joined them. There must have been a couple of dozen.
Pyrian on 3/1/2018 at 05:16
Quote Posted by Tocky
I wish I could get some stories out of you folks.
I, for one, am really boring.
Tocky on 3/1/2018 at 05:25
I bet you aren't. I don't think I've ever met a boring person. They just don't know they are interesting is all.
Tocky on 5/1/2018 at 04:44
Okay, back to sex then.
Me and Dit were in his room working out some bass licks for a song I wrote which was part of an album concept for Alpha and Omega of man when Belinda and Kim came in. I had already worked out the lead for the most part on my Fender Mustang and Dit was getting the bass I wanted. I recall some of the words:
Well the sun comes up and the moon goes down and the icy wind whispers that you're still around for another day
The wolves did not get their prey
It's a game of survival
And it's either fight or die
No time to question why
But ten thousand years have come and gone
We've corralled the beasts from the land they roamed
Man the master of the game
We've changed it all but it's still the same
It's survival survivalohwoeohwoe
We forgot the change ourselves
And we could blow it all to hell
Sometimes it's just as well
Because telecommunications stations beam frustration from the cities of the towers of the powers of the world
It's claws unfurled
And tearing at our heart
They're tearing us apart
Bunch of pretentious metal along the lines of Spinal Tap with about as much self awareness so it's really not so surprising Belinda poked fun. I don't recall what she said but I said a dismissive "fuck you" and she said "oh you would like that" so I countered with "honey, I couldn't get it up for you". Well that shut her up but I think it put a bug up her butt about me. They went on through to talk to Dit's mom about something and we got back to what we were doing. It actually wasn't a bad tune when it was sung right. Too bad neither of us were singers.
I had dated Belinda's sister Michelle a few times after I got out of the service (and the oldest sister Felicia before) but we didn't really hit it off. We were better off as friends. Then this dick named Lewis (who had married my aunt then she divorced him then he broke in on her and she shot him but he survived) was caught hiding behind her door. He ran but she was afraid to be alone so I came to keep her company while her mom was away at work in the evenings. Michelle was a high school senior so I was already reaching to date her. I sure didn't want anything to do with her 16 year old sister. Hell, I was twenty and a man of the world. She did look good though. All those girls did.
So I had missed my supper that evening by coming over and Belinda made me grilled cheese and had been coming on to me all evening. Even Michelle had made note of it and I think was getting a bit jealous though we had already cooled it between us. When she brought it to me on the couch it was cut into bite sized pieces and she insisted on feeding them to me. I should have told her no but she was just so damn cute. By the end of it I was licking butter off her finger tips. She was so smiling clever and she knew it.
I guess this was my judge Roy Moore moment of weakness. I'm not even sure exactly how it happened but I found myself on my back with her on top kissing me and Michelle saying she was going to bed and for us to be good though it was a bit late for that. We fooled around on the couch getting hotter and hotter until she took me by the hand and led me to her room. I felt like I hadn't had a chance to even attempt to be good. I'm not a strong guy to begin with.
I was wrong about not being able to get it up for her and I guess it was like a challenge issued for her when I said that. I was really really wrong. I so want to tell some of the things we did because she had some kinks but I've already been way too prurient. I've broken Reb's rule all to hell at this point but I can't tell other parts without the main part. Anyway at one point we see lights on her wall. Oh shit. Her mom is home. We struggle on our clothes and dash for the living room where we pretend to have fallen asleep on the couch. I don't know where my socks are.
Her mom tells me she trusts her girls and she appreciates me looking after them in light of everything that has happened but maybe I shouldn't stay so late. Yes mam. Point taken. We stand and talk a bit with Belinda making lewd faces behind her moms shoulder and me trying my best to appear good and proper though I'm a black hearted cad. Belinda walks me out to the porch where we say goodnight. Her eyes go wide. Your shirt is on inside out. Ohgod do you think she noticed? She giggled. We were so bad.
To be continued.
Tocky on 6/1/2018 at 03:19
So the next day I have the remorses. I've taken measure of my soul and come up lacking. There was this Englishman I walked around with all night at some town between London and Banbury when the train line shut down at midnight on my way back from the Pink Floyd concert at Earls Court. I didn't know the train shut down like that and he was on his way to his job at Oxford University Press the next morning. At any rate I talked his ear off the whole night as we walked around this place and he bought me my first curry come first light. Just before the train began service he read my horoscope which I had already told him I didn't believe in but he said was the true personality reading and required year and time of birth. He said I was torn between sun and moon. Yeah, everybody is I said. He said yes but you are sun descending and don't know it. WTF? That was ominous. I took it to mean I was bad and didn't know it and now here was proof. The moon was ascending and the wolf at the door was me.
I always thought I was the good guy cast in bad circumstance. But I was the bad guy. And worse, I only liked bad girls. I would never find and like the good girl. I would never have a family but drift from woman to woman my whole life. "Gonna lay my head on the railroad track waitin' on the double E". I figured to just stay away from Belinda from now on. But then Michelle called and asked was I not coming down and she was still afraid Lewis might retaliate for her reporting him. Oh and somebody else wanted to talk to me. She was giddy and chattering about how she wanted me to bring her my high school ring to wear on a chain because wasn't it great we were going together now. We are? Well aren't we? I guess.... I could figure all of this out later.
So I saw her most nights and kept it to just kisses and talk and leaving early. There was one day she skipped and came over to my place and I taught her "Smoke on the Water" on guitar and we were already on the bed sooooo. In a couple more weeks she says she hasn't had her period. She wants to go house hunting. Ummmm I have to get a job first. I got the quickest thing I could find which was in the shipping department of a jeans factory. I had no plans to stay once she told me no she wasn't pregnant (and worse had faked it) but I did. This was the place I would later meet my wife.
We stayed together three months which was way longer than I would have figured. I caught her getting ready to meet another guy and she said she would not go and that we could still be together and she could change but I said no. Go meet him. You won't change. I thought I would be happy to be rid of my wild child but I had grown fond of her. It hurt anyway. Not like Laurie but enough. Her friend Kim called me and wanted to go out. No. I'm way done with teens. I never meant that to happen anyway. What the hell was wrong with me? I felt like a terrible person.
She didn't stay with that guy but another guy who kept after her and was a good guy did finally convince her. I liked him. You couldn't not like him. They married and lived in my small town about 15 years. One thing I did not like was when my daughter spent the night with her best friend (who was Belinda's oldest sister's kid) was told by Belinda herself that she had seduced me when we were single. Why the hell would she say that? It was true but damn what was she trying to do in saying it to my daughter?
One thing I liked about her was that, when she and her husband decided to leave in order for her to be nearer to college they were having a yard sale and I came by to buy as much as I could to help, she hugged me. She held my hands and looked in my eyes smiling and saying goodbye and don't ever change. I could feel she still cared. THAT was what I had wanted out of Laurie that day we went to her graduation. Just humanity. Some caring gesture for what might have been. She is a teacher in Alabama now and her husband is a preacher. Reminds me of a ZZ Top song.
Tocky on 7/1/2018 at 00:53
Well crap. I thought I could tease some stories out of somebody. I've been telling some embarrassing stuff about myself. Surely you can do no worse. Okay, how about this one.
My last fight in high school happened not long after Laurie broke up with me. I was angry and hurt that my character would be so called into question. I almost felt like proving I WAS as bad as she made me out to be. Also I had been taking Tae Kwon Do and wanted to test out some stuff in a real situation. So I picked on the biggest kid in school. Not the fattest but the fittest. I figured that way I wouldn't feel so bad about picking the fight. Heh. Yeah. That ain't how that works.
I was fit. The best shape of my life nearly. I could stick my foot directly out from my body perpendicular to the floor and bend my other leg until my ass touched my heel. Then I could rise from that position on that one leg with my other still perpendicular. I don't recall seeing anyone ever do that. Try that sometime. I could do one handed pushups, true ones, with my other arm behind my back. But none of that matters if you can't bring yourself to hit someone hard.
We met at a back corner of the school. I had made some excuse for the fight about him saying something about my friend David but I didn't give a rat's ass about David. We were never friends. As a matter of fact I secretly agreed David was a loud mouth puss. That was my excuse though. I asked did he want to take it back. I was giving him an out. Of course he wasn't going to take it back.
I was quick. I danced around him picking places to land blows but they were just taps to get him swinging. I would fake high with hand then kick him in the arm pit when he raised his guard. I wanted him mad and punching hard. If I got one good lick on me I could finally put some weight in my punches without guilt. He didn't have that problem. He even asked with some amazement if that was as hard as I could hit.
I tapped him a few more times but my heart was no longer in it. I was going to give up forcing him to fight. As I turned to walk away I did one last backhand dishrag limp slap to his face. I had my face turned away as I was stepping the other direction even. That was when he reached under my arm and stepped forward flipping me head over heals into the air. Keep in mind I was a hundred pounds lighter than him. I did a revolution and a half and landed on my face. Not my best moment.
I managed to get to my hands and knees before he jumped on my back. I rose from the ground anyway with him a dead weight. Here was my chance to do some shit. He had committed to fighting back. I turned but didn't make it all the way around before he caught me in the eye with a fairly good punch from behind. But it wasn't a dizzy making one. I sort of wondered did he hold back. This was a big guy and it shouldn't have been something I could shake off so easy.
I was wanting to stand toe to toe and trade hard punches. I wanted punishment and to dole it out. Instead he wrapped me up in his arms just as soon as I made it all the way around and drove forward like a tackle. Makes sense because he was an offensive lineman. This time he had me pinned and sat astride me and there wouldn't be any bucking this heavy bastard off. Not with him constantly swinging at my face. I blocked or dodged everything he threw and he was throwing hard now. He was throwing them so fast I couldn't even get off of defense. He was tiring and I thought I would finally get in at least a punch when the teacher showed up and pulled him off.
My worst fight ever. I never landed a serious blow.
He was smiling as we walked the hall to the office. He wanted to shake my hand. He told me good fight. The hell it was. I didn't get to do shit. I said that aloud. I looked at his open hand and then his earnest open face. Goddamnit. I wanted a rematch. I looked at his face again. Shit. I shook his hand. As always the paddling hurt worse than any lick taken in a fight.
I had to tote a black eye again. Some punk a grade below me said something smartassed while I was behind him at the coke machine a week later. Oh. You think you can take me now? I kicked the coke machine a half inch from his head and it rocked back bouncing off the wall and smacking him in the back on the return. You CAN kick hard he said. I just stared at him in disgust. Maybe I did have anger issues but I walked away. I would have never hit Laurie. How could she have said she was worried I would? I have never hit a woman in my life. Even when I was hit. That is pussy behavior and I've never been a pussy. Not since Sammy taught me better.
One last thing. Pam was walking with me (hopeful I guess now that Laurie was out) and mentioned the fight. I told her I got my ass kicked and deserved it. She said way to take it like a man. Only way to take it I replied. I was feeling really disgusted that I had taken it though. I look over my shoulder and there is Sandra being an eaves dropper for Laurie. That just doubled my disgust.