I drove home from Tally with my best friend,and he reminded me of an incident from fifth grade.
So there was this kid named Nick who moved to Delray from France. He was stereotypically effeminate and was allowed to have long hair despite the schools policy. He was like a small puppy who snips at your shoes-needless to say, he wasn't well liked. One day in Mrs. Ericsons PE class (total MILF by the way), my best friend Chris and my other friend Matt decided that pantsing people was fun. They tried doing it to me but failed as I grabbed hold of my pants. Chris and Matt then pantsed our friend Mason as Mrs. Mook, our forth grade teacher, walked by. She laughed and walked on by. Chris and Matt then saw Nicholas, who was in the outfield (we were playing kickball I think), ran after him, and eventually pulled down his pants. Instead of lifting them back up, Nicholas literally began to sob with his pants around his ankles.
So Chris and Matt went to the office, to face the Principal, Mr. Guilzow, a soft spoken mild mannered man. The same principle who had literally shrugged his shoulders when I fought a kid a month earlier in the same class was very, very pissed. Chris and Matt received three weeks of detention, two Saturday schools, had to write apology letters to Nicholas, both his parents, Mrs. Ericsson, and to the Principle himself. They also had to clean the bus, to top it off, while the Principal lectured them.
Good times. Before my brother went into the group home, and long before my other brother and mother developed addiction problems. I still believed in the Iraq War. Grandma June was still alive and would remain so for seven years. I yearn for those days
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