Comment School was Hell, and the scars linger... (Score 1) 563
I was one of those geeks in HS...I was bright and socially awkward, and frail, since I didn't get my growth spurts until I was 16...I was thrown down flights of stairs and beaten up in the bathroom and had my locker trashed, got food thrown at me, got my face pushed down into my lunchtray, got the s*** kicked out of me going to and from school, and had terrible rumors started about me...I was an object of torment and ridicule from the "popular" kids...and nobody ever lifted a damned finger to help me...not my parents, not the school administrators, not the teachers...no one could be bothered to help me.
So the day came when enough was enough, and I buried a knife up to the handle in on of my tormenters...he was 2 years older, at least 50-60 pounds heavier, taller and very muscular...I stuck him with the knife and then all of the sudden he's dancing around, pouring blood everywhere and calling me an a$$h*le, saying "what did I ever do to you?" Heh heh, yeah right.
I got arrested and got in lots of trouble for it, because I defended myself against a bully, but nothing ever happened to one of them, nobody ever called the cops when they smashed my face against a brick wall in school and my glasses shattered into my face...oh no, they covered that sh*t up, because it just wouldn't do to have their star jocks getting arrested for battery...but me, I was a bad guy, a felon, because I wanted to be left the f*** alone to live my life without their hateful abuse.
The one good thing that came of the whole deal was that after that incident, people left me alone, for the most part...my best and most satisfying revenge over the years is watching most of my tormenters go to jail and die from drug overdoses, alcohol-related car wrecks, and general acts of insanity. One of my tormenters became a big drug dealer, and I had the exquisite pleasure of sending him to prison with a call from a payphone. Paybacks are indeed a bitch.
I can't condone what those kids in Littleton did, but I well understand what it is like to be backed into a corner and abused and tormented day after day with no damned hope or relief in sight, and nobody will help you...thank God my family doesn't believe in guns, or I might have "borrowed" some of dad's weapons for a bit of "show and tell" at school one day...I look at Littleton and I know, for sure, what day to day life at school was like for those kids...and I understand, sort of.
Society had better take a cold, hard look in the mirror and make the necessary changes, otherwise we will be hearing of many more school shootings like the Littleton massacre...killers are NOT born...our society makes them. If you kick a dog long enuff, it'll go mad and try to gnaw your leg off...same with geek kids. Torment them enough and you'd better invest in a Kevlar vest because John Q Geekmeister III is going to bust a cap in your ass...and when he does, please don't ask why he did it -- the blame is all yours, you signed your own death warrant.
The Drifter
So the day came when enough was enough, and I buried a knife up to the handle in on of my tormenters...he was 2 years older, at least 50-60 pounds heavier, taller and very muscular...I stuck him with the knife and then all of the sudden he's dancing around, pouring blood everywhere and calling me an a$$h*le, saying "what did I ever do to you?" Heh heh, yeah right.
I got arrested and got in lots of trouble for it, because I defended myself against a bully, but nothing ever happened to one of them, nobody ever called the cops when they smashed my face against a brick wall in school and my glasses shattered into my face...oh no, they covered that sh*t up, because it just wouldn't do to have their star jocks getting arrested for battery...but me, I was a bad guy, a felon, because I wanted to be left the f*** alone to live my life without their hateful abuse.
The one good thing that came of the whole deal was that after that incident, people left me alone, for the most part...my best and most satisfying revenge over the years is watching most of my tormenters go to jail and die from drug overdoses, alcohol-related car wrecks, and general acts of insanity. One of my tormenters became a big drug dealer, and I had the exquisite pleasure of sending him to prison with a call from a payphone. Paybacks are indeed a bitch.
I can't condone what those kids in Littleton did, but I well understand what it is like to be backed into a corner and abused and tormented day after day with no damned hope or relief in sight, and nobody will help you...thank God my family doesn't believe in guns, or I might have "borrowed" some of dad's weapons for a bit of "show and tell" at school one day...I look at Littleton and I know, for sure, what day to day life at school was like for those kids...and I understand, sort of.
Society had better take a cold, hard look in the mirror and make the necessary changes, otherwise we will be hearing of many more school shootings like the Littleton massacre...killers are NOT born...our society makes them. If you kick a dog long enuff, it'll go mad and try to gnaw your leg off...same with geek kids. Torment them enough and you'd better invest in a Kevlar vest because John Q Geekmeister III is going to bust a cap in your ass...and when he does, please don't ask why he did it -- the blame is all yours, you signed your own death warrant.
The Drifter
