I just googled the name of a guy I blasted in the 6th grade. He is in Santa Barbara. He seems really cool. I wonder how he remembers it? He had the worst black eye I have ever seen.It swelled up so instantly and terribly and was so gross that the other kids and I thought I knocked it out. His father was really cool and invited me over to the house for a visit and dinner, so we could get past our differences. His father actually got the school to just drop the issue.
I haven’t punched anyone since. That’s my story and I am sticking to it.
