Hey, baby...what's your sign?

Of course. I also want to be able to mess with their minds a little bit before they do realize what's coming.

 

Yep, I sure did. Your brother sounds like one of my brothers. lol I heard that from my daddy, too. There was one time when he did tell me to look for a fight. My first fight was with a bitch that had been giving me hell for a long ass time. He told me to decide when I wanted to beat her and ass, and tell her about it first time I saw her at school the next day so she'd know it was coming. I decided after lunch outside was the best time. He told me not to say another word about it to her or anyone else until it was time for her ass whooping. She ran her head about it all morning, talking all kinds of shit about me, so people were waiting to see what would happen. I approached her at the appointed time and suggested we go around the corner of the building so we wouldn't get in trouble, but she told me I was just afraid to get my ass kicked in front of everyone. So it happened in front of everyone, which worked to my benefit. Everyone got to see me beat the shit out of miss "badass". lol I was surprised because I didn't think I had it in me. All I remember from the fight itself was repeatedly punching her in the face until the vice principal pulled me off of her. I had a few scratches on my neck where she was trying to fight me off, but she never got in one hit. It was such a crazy yet freeing experience for me after all the torment I'd dealt with. Another reason I was glad I did it was , because my daddy told me if I didn't follow through with kicking her ass, he was gonna kick mine. lol

Damn, I did some rambling. lol Oh, well. Time for another drink.

 

Lol I did what I had to do; it was past time for me to stand up for myself. No worries...I'm sure I had enough drinks for both of us last night. Middle school is the worst time ever. I'm glad you didn't get yourself in too much trouble...looks like white women had your back from a young age. lol My daddy specifically instructed me to warn her; I'm guessing it was to make her sweat it a little bit since she probably knew deep down she wasn't as tough as she thought she was. I had do plenty of jumping in to finish what somebody started though. I rarely see or communicate with any old classmates these days, but I honestly didn't didn't give a damn about most of them. lol How about you?

 

A couple of shots of Patron with salt & lime, and a couple bottles of Dos Equis. Beer isn't typically my first choice, but I do drink it on occasion. Lol...that's what margaritas/tequila are for after all. It's funny how those kiddie crushes have an influence on us forever. I never had any crushes on my teachers, but I remember a cutie in my kindergarten, I remember planting a big ol' kiss on him out on the playground. lol Yeah, his strategy worked, but I admit I didn't have a lot of faith in it. I just did what I was told. lol Yeah, that kind of high school situation is beyond sad when there are so many it happens to. It sucks. High school wasn't my favorite time. I got good grades and was involved in a few things I enjoyed like drama club & writing competitions, and all that crap, but it still sucked. My smart mouth tended to get me in trouble a lot too. lol I loved playing basketball too, but my mom decided I had to quit. I also hated where we lived and everything about it. I've had a few former classmates reach out to me via facebook (which I really don't use...my son is the only "friend" I have so I have access to his recent pics, lol), but I have no interest in reconnecting with people I didn't really feel all that connected to in the first place. It's good that you have a few worth keeping contact with.

I'm not surprised he remembered, lol I was just talking to one of my brothers this afternoon about our dad's talk too. He fought a lot himself back in the day. lol

 

Mine is hilarious. lmao

 

Yours isn't too bad. I think I got the worst of the dissing this go-round. LOL

Yep, a little Patron goes a long way. lol When I started school it was in the city so fairly diverse, but there was a point (I was still in elementary school) my parents decided they wanted us in a lot less diverse area for "safety" and moved us to shithole small town Texas. They never made too big a deal about it, just random questions & comments here & there, but it always confused my parents (mostly my mom) that most of my school friends were black. My few white friends at that time were actually children of my parents' friends. Right before we moved, my mother got into it with my teacher who told me & the friend I spent the most time with that we needed to start "playing with your own kind". I didn't know what the hell the woman meant, so I asked my mother about it, and the shit hit the fan. lol Since we were poor, we grew up in some rough neighborhoods, but that didn't bother me as much as being stuck in that shithole town. I never felt like I belonged there. It sucked, and escape was always on my mind. I'm glad you knew you wanted better and made your way out of there. No doubt it made a big difference to get away. That's cool. I don't have any other relatives I'd want to add to my Facebook. lol

I'm mostly enjoying it so far. I haven't accomplished a damn thing though. lol I hope you're enjoying your summer so far too. I heard that...I hope things are a lot more normal when things get rolling again.