e, the problem child

I blame my mother, of course. She never beat me.

I won't let you love me... and you know DAMN WELL you can't HATE me. NYAH!In fact, I can think of maybe two times in my life where I got a whap in the back of my head when I got completely stupid and out of control. Other than that no one cared enough to beat me to a pulp and teach me some manners.

Well, except when I was 16. This kid I bullied when we were little, came back all muscle bound, and shit.

“Hey, remember me?”
“Uh oh.”


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