Note that i am venting, so this post contains a LOT of profanity. If that's not how you roll, you can click out now, and be spared. Just fair warning.
1645 CST approx: I was walking home from rehearsal at the school when some a**hole stuck his head out of the window of the back of a beat up truck and shouted something at me, the exact words of which i do not know and dare not repeat. I happened to be walking by an old bamboo stick as this happened, so i picked it up and ran after the truck, which turned into my neighborhood. There is only one entrance in or out of this neighborhood, so when i reached the threshold, i stood in the street and waited for the truck to return. When it did, i stepped out in front of it and pointed the aforementioned bamboo stick at the passenger side window where the boy was sitting. It was him and a few other teenagers, no adults around. He rolled down the window and started to call me things which i dare not repeat. I told him coldly that he was crossing the line, then turned and walked away. He said something else and then i cracked. I turned around and threw the stick at the truck, then ran. He jumped out of the truck and followed me until we came to a ditch on the side of the road. At this point i could go no further, that was until he punched me in the face and then kicked me into the ditch. He then got back into his truck and drove away.
"I'm going to kill him." That was at least what i was thinking at the time, and i muttered different versions of "I'm gonna kill him" and "He's gonna die" all the rest of the way home. I started coming up with diffent plans in my head, all the while saying that i was "going to kill him" in an utterly demonic voice (even I, hearing myself speak, thoght i had been possessed). I muttered this until i reached my front door, where my mother was waiting to let me in.
In retrospect, i thought i could take him with the little martial arts i had learned, and all i ended up doing was proving that I am nothing but a stupid dumbass. He, however, was a lot stronger, despite being a jackass mother****er son of a b***h. I will endeavor to take better control of my righteous anger, but if i ever get a second chance and become stronger than he (not saying that would ever happen), i will not hesitate to exact my revenge.
Consolation would be extremely appreciated.
Roxas
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