Little shits who think the're tough.
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Last year me and a couple of friends were playing basketball, and we were 8th grade. The elementary school bus passed by and a bunch of 5th graders started flipping us off. Mind you, one of my friends is HUGE, and isn't the kind of person anyone, even people older than us, would mess with.
The only solace is that when we're seniors, they'll be freshmen. Then they're screwed.
The only solace is that when we're seniors, they'll be freshmen. Then they're screwed.
I cant say that i have ever had such an experience. Mostly because all the yr 7's and my school where all so tiny and scared of us older kids that they nearly ran away from us when they saw us. They where rather odd.
It was the yr 9's and 10's that where the problem. Well only sometimes. If you got to talk to them they weren't too bad.
It was the yr 9's and 10's that where the problem. Well only sometimes. If you got to talk to them they weren't too bad.
I have seen 7th graders who think they are tough, and 7th graders who really are tough. I taught 7th grade science last year in Newark, NJ. I came back to my room from a meeting and it looked like someone was killed in the hallway. There was blood everywhere. Two of my girls got into a fight and one got her lip cut open and it just bled everywhere. I quit after the end of the year but I have friends that still teach there.
My friend that took over 7th grade when I left told me that one of her students was shot twice leaving school 2 months back.
My friend that took over 7th grade when I left told me that one of her students was shot twice leaving school 2 months back.
I had somewhat of a similar experience. A few years ago, this kid, about a year younger than me, started insulting me. I started talking back, and he got mad. He tried to jump at me, i think he was trying to headbutt me, but i moved out of the way. He hit the ground and got hurt, and somehow i got in trouble. It didn't feel very nice, probably because I didn't get to hit him myself.
All nature, nature is a *****. It's the age where they're trying to establish dominance or something, right? Oh who cares, sock 'em all.
See, I've been lucky. Am currently in 9th grade (will be going to high school in September), and I'm friends with a multitude of intimidating people. Firstly the, literally, tallest person in school, at 6'7" at age 15. No teacher outclasses him even.
Then there's my best bud, long haired guy, is actually timid and scares easy, but he looks like a ma- (must quote Yahtzee)- monster truck that walks like a man! Well, he's no taller than me or anything, but he's got a big build. And the hair thing hides his face so he looks... grungy. He's really one of the most puritan people I know.
I'm even friends with, or at least on good terms with, the most muscular people in my class, and a couple serious punks (I can actually keep them in line pretty well for being a not-physically-outstanding person, it's odd to me). Outside school I have my cousin, 18, not too... bright, and not really muscular or active, but his bones protrude inches from his skin in some cases. His elbows can kill you!
Myself, I've been exercising recently but it hasn't really shown yet. But I have a lot of friends in high and low places, and I also seem to garner some respect from most people.
It upsets me because deep inside, I want one of them to talk trash to me so I can have a good reason to beat them upside-out inside-down. Many of them are annoying, but they don't personally bother me. Pricks.
See, I've been lucky. Am currently in 9th grade (will be going to high school in September), and I'm friends with a multitude of intimidating people. Firstly the, literally, tallest person in school, at 6'7" at age 15. No teacher outclasses him even.
Then there's my best bud, long haired guy, is actually timid and scares easy, but he looks like a ma- (must quote Yahtzee)- monster truck that walks like a man! Well, he's no taller than me or anything, but he's got a big build. And the hair thing hides his face so he looks... grungy. He's really one of the most puritan people I know.
I'm even friends with, or at least on good terms with, the most muscular people in my class, and a couple serious punks (I can actually keep them in line pretty well for being a not-physically-outstanding person, it's odd to me). Outside school I have my cousin, 18, not too... bright, and not really muscular or active, but his bones protrude inches from his skin in some cases. His elbows can kill you!
Myself, I've been exercising recently but it hasn't really shown yet. But I have a lot of friends in high and low places, and I also seem to garner some respect from most people.
It upsets me because deep inside, I want one of them to talk trash to me so I can have a good reason to beat them upside-out inside-down. Many of them are annoying, but they don't personally bother me. Pricks.
Some kid did that to me cept it was 10 year old trying to be all cool and showin off to his friends came up to me and my friends ,my friends and I are between 16-18, and says "wats up faggots now which one of you has my lunch money." Our only response was to laugh in his face which apperntly pissed him off and started shouting pretty vulgar things to which my friend replied "get lost you little shit" He didnt get the message and knocked his drink on the ground to which my friend lost his temper, got up, pick him up with one arm, by his neck, and said "Now I'm goin to put you down and when I do I suggest you turn around and go back to your punk friends." Needless to say he ran like a ***** 
I went to a private school, which had a lot of kids who's parents earned 6 (or 7) figure salaries but tried to pretend that they were gangsta.
The one fight I ever got in was with a Y12 when I was Y13. This kid, tried pushing in front of us in the lunch queue, and when we called him on it he started giving us all shit. I don't know quite what I was thinking but I decided lunging wildly in a room full of teachers was a good idea.
I got taken aside and they basically said "Even though I cannot officially condone your actions, you are generally a good student and none of the staff like this kid, so just don't do it again"
I got off scott free and because I wasn't exactly one of the cool kids of the year, he basically lost all his street cred.
The one fight I ever got in was with a Y12 when I was Y13. This kid, tried pushing in front of us in the lunch queue, and when we called him on it he started giving us all shit. I don't know quite what I was thinking but I decided lunging wildly in a room full of teachers was a good idea.
I got taken aside and they basically said "Even though I cannot officially condone your actions, you are generally a good student and none of the staff like this kid, so just don't do it again"
I got off scott free and because I wasn't exactly one of the cool kids of the year, he basically lost all his street cred.
By any chance was he a chav? They seem to be the only ones stupid enough to do this.Gunjack65 said:
Give them a hug.Gunjack65 said:
Nothing freaks out little shites like that more than giving them a biiiig hug. For extra terror points threaten to bite them during said hug.
Oh the way they scream...
I don't think that was bullying. The little kid threatened you for no reason and you showed him where his place was. If you went up to him and took his bag off and threw it in the puddle without him threatening you than it would have been bullying.
I think that idiots roam school grounds because idiots run school boards and political standings that put into effect this idiotic "child abuse" policies that makes it so easy for a kid to think that being disciplined is being abusive. Most of my "little shit" experiences were met quietly and they likely walked away with the satisfaction feeling that they intimidated me. If it had been allowed at school, I would have made a habit of carrying a knife. I probably have good potential of fighting and severely injuring someone coming after me, but I have no faith in myself, I do however strongly believe in doing simple things to assert myself as someone not to be fucked with. If I had been allowed to carry a knife, at least six bullies in Elementary, Middle and High school would all have had deep scars in their favored arm for starting something with me. My worst "little shit" experience was actually with a senior at my high school when I was a freshman.
That makes you wonder why the hell I call it a "little shit" experience considering he was a senior, twice my height and probably could have kicked my ass as he constantly threatened. He was just this asshole who thought that picking on me made him cool and I never understood why. He was just an idiot. Apparently he'd been arrested in the past and all that and so acted as though expulsion or jail time would be nothing to him. I believe him still. If I had had a knife, I would have stabbed up under his right arm the first day and twisted until that limb could do no more than hang at his side.
My other experiences were with kids my age, both times were met quietly at first but they were so intent on attacking me that I had to quickly shift into attacking someone. The first time was a small gang of five. One was a first grader and his gang was all third graders. Never understood why he didn't like me, or why a bunch of third graders took orders from a punk they could just as easily beat up. But they found me at the school's sand pit and taunted me, tossed things at me. Eventually I got sand thrown in my eyes and I panicked. I knew that if I didn't do something I was going to get hurt. So I managed to get my hands on the leader (I still swear that I could smell him because I wasn't very good at picking out voices then and I couldn't see) and sank my teeth into his right shoulder. I think a teacher talked to me about it. The pacifying talk. She knew I had done no wrong defending myself but since everyone seems to believe that nothing is solved with hurting somebody anymore I had to get that talk and was told to ignore them if they bugged me again. They did once, following me around the entire recess and throwing rocks around me. The ones that would have hit me I managed to avoid, which still confuses me to this day. After I spent the entire recess with my back to them and no intent of getting anywhere they could start another fight like that they broke off and left and never bothered me again. I think I remember talking to their leader once after something had mellowed him out and asking him why he did those things and he told me he didn't know. That frustrated me more than just thinking they were douche bags, but I had to take it because I was 6 years old and didn't know why anyone would want to hurt someone else unless it was their character in a video game. I just took it as "some people just wish ill on others."
The second time was near the end of my second grade year and it was actually a pretty petty reason in the eyes of most. I was raised proper and believed in following the rules set by the adults. Like no cutting in line. End of our 2nd recess of the day, a kid did exactly that and I told him "Hey, you cut, go to the back." and I was told no. I told him again that he had to go back and he started getting defensive about it. The confusion and frustration at this disregard for a rule I experienced has to be what set me off because I didn't even know this boy in spite of the fact he was my classmate. I grabbed his throat and pinned him to the wall. I think his feet were about at my knees. I want to say it wasn't any more than two to six inches off the ground, but for a seven year old, that feels awful high when the hand around your throat is what's keeping you up. The teacher pulled me off of him and I started crying when I was being chastised for trying to defend the rules set by the very people that were telling me I had done wrong. My correction was spending the next twenty minutes walking with my future 3rd grade teacher and talking to him about the situation. It was very enlightening. I liked Mr. Gann. He explained to me why doing what I did was wrong even though it was, in a sense, for the right reason. I still feel like talking to him was more a reward than a punishment and also feel that even though he was supposed to correct my idea that sometimes someone needs to be violently reminded of their wrongdoing was wrong in itself he also encouraged me to be careful about when I do it and to remember that sometimes I still need to do it.
I wish I could have remembered all this sooner. I have had a few morons older than me that needed a shot to the throat. Which brings me to my last "little shit" situation which is just as inaccurate as the senior.
My roommate's half-black boyfriend. Yeah, sounds racist, but it has to be. That's why he was a problem. He was "gangsta." Not like the guys walking around with pistols threatening you every turn. No. He was a "rapper" raised in San Diego and that made him "gangsta." He'd always reference "where I come from" whenever he wanted to teach me a "life lesson" too. Most recently, one of the last times I saw him and one of the strongest urges I had to assault him, my roommate owed me 60 bucks because I had paid the entire deposit on our apartment and she was paying back her half to me. I asked her about the 60 and INSTANTLY, he started talking about all this shit that had nothing to do with me that were supposed to be a good excuse to not collect money that she's owed me for a year. So I said "Hey, this isn't about you. Stop." and as usual he says "all right" walks away like he's done and we continue. Then he comes back again with the EXACT SAME BS and I had to again tell him to stop, still polite. We start again and he does it a third time. She and I snapped at him at the same time and he tries to push it a little more and I yell. He freezes, knowing he's overstepped bounds with someone he knows can hurt him, and goes back to the bathroom to finish what he was doing and she and I reach an agreement. Then he comes out saying "Ya know man, where I come from, when one man raises his voice to another; he puts his hands up." I didn't say anything, but I instantly imagined taking three long steps, pressing all four fingers and my thumbs together like a bird's beak and jabbing him in the Adam's Apple as hard as I could. His younger brother was standing right there and I knew that, in spite of this man's stupidity, his brother was morally obligated to defend his family. His brother I liked and this sense of duty I understood and had to respect. I didn't want to get into a fight with the younger brother because 1) he actually knew things, even if I called upon some weird ass fighting ability, I think he still could beat me with little more than fingertips and his medical knowledge and 2) because he was a good guy and I felt as though I'd make an enemy of him for doing it.
It's the backing down that frustrates me most. I know now that I could have done a lot more damage to a lot of people that thought they were tougher than me and my time to do it "without consequence," as most beyond the "legal adult" age sees it, is long past. So now I have to consider interactions with police and I'm more afraid of assaulting an officer out of frustration and making things worse if cops did get called. I have the bad habit of "ignore it and it will go away." That attitude got a 27 year old self-entitled n*****r leeching off of my very first home and even having every right and reason to beat him bloody and throw him out the door, I didn't. And anyone offended by the very mention of the N word don't panic. I don't hate black people, I just like to consider that word should be reserved only for the trashy PoS's that enforce all the stereotypes and still think they're valuable people. This guy worked at a Kentucky Fried Chicken until two months after my roommate let him move in with us. At the end of that two month time frame, he wound up fired. From a KFC! Of all the places to get fired from! Not only is fast food an easy job (No, I know about the speed and crap, I'm talking about the fuck ups it takes to get canned) KFC is the shittiest fast food joint in our town. The only way you could get fired from there is not showing up for work or doing something unbelievably unsanitary and being caught.
Okay, I'm sure there was a more appropriate thread to vent about that last one...but I felt like it fit considering I can easily compare this grown man to your year 7's to a point where I want to cry it's so pathetic how some people are. I could really use some more help in getting more aggressive at the right time rather than overthinking and missing my opportunity. I seriously encourage anyone with good advice to send me a message. I'd like to be able to punch a guy in the throat and throw him down rather than worry about the aftermath of stabbing someone since that's all I feel confident doing.
Also, as you can obviously tell, I'm American. Could someone please tell me what a "Chav" is? I thought it was just an insulting name, but the more things I read using "chav" I'm starting to think it's a type of person.
That makes you wonder why the hell I call it a "little shit" experience considering he was a senior, twice my height and probably could have kicked my ass as he constantly threatened. He was just this asshole who thought that picking on me made him cool and I never understood why. He was just an idiot. Apparently he'd been arrested in the past and all that and so acted as though expulsion or jail time would be nothing to him. I believe him still. If I had had a knife, I would have stabbed up under his right arm the first day and twisted until that limb could do no more than hang at his side.
My other experiences were with kids my age, both times were met quietly at first but they were so intent on attacking me that I had to quickly shift into attacking someone. The first time was a small gang of five. One was a first grader and his gang was all third graders. Never understood why he didn't like me, or why a bunch of third graders took orders from a punk they could just as easily beat up. But they found me at the school's sand pit and taunted me, tossed things at me. Eventually I got sand thrown in my eyes and I panicked. I knew that if I didn't do something I was going to get hurt. So I managed to get my hands on the leader (I still swear that I could smell him because I wasn't very good at picking out voices then and I couldn't see) and sank my teeth into his right shoulder. I think a teacher talked to me about it. The pacifying talk. She knew I had done no wrong defending myself but since everyone seems to believe that nothing is solved with hurting somebody anymore I had to get that talk and was told to ignore them if they bugged me again. They did once, following me around the entire recess and throwing rocks around me. The ones that would have hit me I managed to avoid, which still confuses me to this day. After I spent the entire recess with my back to them and no intent of getting anywhere they could start another fight like that they broke off and left and never bothered me again. I think I remember talking to their leader once after something had mellowed him out and asking him why he did those things and he told me he didn't know. That frustrated me more than just thinking they were douche bags, but I had to take it because I was 6 years old and didn't know why anyone would want to hurt someone else unless it was their character in a video game. I just took it as "some people just wish ill on others."
The second time was near the end of my second grade year and it was actually a pretty petty reason in the eyes of most. I was raised proper and believed in following the rules set by the adults. Like no cutting in line. End of our 2nd recess of the day, a kid did exactly that and I told him "Hey, you cut, go to the back." and I was told no. I told him again that he had to go back and he started getting defensive about it. The confusion and frustration at this disregard for a rule I experienced has to be what set me off because I didn't even know this boy in spite of the fact he was my classmate. I grabbed his throat and pinned him to the wall. I think his feet were about at my knees. I want to say it wasn't any more than two to six inches off the ground, but for a seven year old, that feels awful high when the hand around your throat is what's keeping you up. The teacher pulled me off of him and I started crying when I was being chastised for trying to defend the rules set by the very people that were telling me I had done wrong. My correction was spending the next twenty minutes walking with my future 3rd grade teacher and talking to him about the situation. It was very enlightening. I liked Mr. Gann. He explained to me why doing what I did was wrong even though it was, in a sense, for the right reason. I still feel like talking to him was more a reward than a punishment and also feel that even though he was supposed to correct my idea that sometimes someone needs to be violently reminded of their wrongdoing was wrong in itself he also encouraged me to be careful about when I do it and to remember that sometimes I still need to do it.
I wish I could have remembered all this sooner. I have had a few morons older than me that needed a shot to the throat. Which brings me to my last "little shit" situation which is just as inaccurate as the senior.
My roommate's half-black boyfriend. Yeah, sounds racist, but it has to be. That's why he was a problem. He was "gangsta." Not like the guys walking around with pistols threatening you every turn. No. He was a "rapper" raised in San Diego and that made him "gangsta." He'd always reference "where I come from" whenever he wanted to teach me a "life lesson" too. Most recently, one of the last times I saw him and one of the strongest urges I had to assault him, my roommate owed me 60 bucks because I had paid the entire deposit on our apartment and she was paying back her half to me. I asked her about the 60 and INSTANTLY, he started talking about all this shit that had nothing to do with me that were supposed to be a good excuse to not collect money that she's owed me for a year. So I said "Hey, this isn't about you. Stop." and as usual he says "all right" walks away like he's done and we continue. Then he comes back again with the EXACT SAME BS and I had to again tell him to stop, still polite. We start again and he does it a third time. She and I snapped at him at the same time and he tries to push it a little more and I yell. He freezes, knowing he's overstepped bounds with someone he knows can hurt him, and goes back to the bathroom to finish what he was doing and she and I reach an agreement. Then he comes out saying "Ya know man, where I come from, when one man raises his voice to another; he puts his hands up." I didn't say anything, but I instantly imagined taking three long steps, pressing all four fingers and my thumbs together like a bird's beak and jabbing him in the Adam's Apple as hard as I could. His younger brother was standing right there and I knew that, in spite of this man's stupidity, his brother was morally obligated to defend his family. His brother I liked and this sense of duty I understood and had to respect. I didn't want to get into a fight with the younger brother because 1) he actually knew things, even if I called upon some weird ass fighting ability, I think he still could beat me with little more than fingertips and his medical knowledge and 2) because he was a good guy and I felt as though I'd make an enemy of him for doing it.
It's the backing down that frustrates me most. I know now that I could have done a lot more damage to a lot of people that thought they were tougher than me and my time to do it "without consequence," as most beyond the "legal adult" age sees it, is long past. So now I have to consider interactions with police and I'm more afraid of assaulting an officer out of frustration and making things worse if cops did get called. I have the bad habit of "ignore it and it will go away." That attitude got a 27 year old self-entitled n*****r leeching off of my very first home and even having every right and reason to beat him bloody and throw him out the door, I didn't. And anyone offended by the very mention of the N word don't panic. I don't hate black people, I just like to consider that word should be reserved only for the trashy PoS's that enforce all the stereotypes and still think they're valuable people. This guy worked at a Kentucky Fried Chicken until two months after my roommate let him move in with us. At the end of that two month time frame, he wound up fired. From a KFC! Of all the places to get fired from! Not only is fast food an easy job (No, I know about the speed and crap, I'm talking about the fuck ups it takes to get canned) KFC is the shittiest fast food joint in our town. The only way you could get fired from there is not showing up for work or doing something unbelievably unsanitary and being caught.
Okay, I'm sure there was a more appropriate thread to vent about that last one...but I felt like it fit considering I can easily compare this grown man to your year 7's to a point where I want to cry it's so pathetic how some people are. I could really use some more help in getting more aggressive at the right time rather than overthinking and missing my opportunity. I seriously encourage anyone with good advice to send me a message. I'd like to be able to punch a guy in the throat and throw him down rather than worry about the aftermath of stabbing someone since that's all I feel confident doing.
Also, as you can obviously tell, I'm American. Could someone please tell me what a "Chav" is? I thought it was just an insulting name, but the more things I read using "chav" I'm starting to think it's a type of person.
I used to have shit like that happen because I'm a pretty shy/quiet person
Now I'm 6'1 and nobody really fucks with me
Now I'm 6'1 and nobody really fucks with me
Thought this was apt for this thread.
"Our youth now love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt for authority, they show disrespect for their elders and love chatter in place of exercise;
they no longer rise when elders enter the room; they contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up their food and tyrannize their teachers."
.......Socrates, 400 BC
Although I wouldn't go as far as some of you guys, some of these kids need some sence kicking into them
"Our youth now love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt for authority, they show disrespect for their elders and love chatter in place of exercise;
they no longer rise when elders enter the room; they contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up their food and tyrannize their teachers."
.......Socrates, 400 BC
Although I wouldn't go as far as some of you guys, some of these kids need some sence kicking into them
You threw his bag into the puddle? He's just a kid, and he's probably going through his first testosterone spurt. You shouldn't do stuff like that to him. Sure, he did something stupid, and wrong. But lowering yourself to his level is just not cool with me, sorry.
This sort of thing is so common at high school. Everyone's got a story, because only the most restrictive atmosphere would stop kids from eating each other alive. I remember that there was one short kid who used to steal my bag and make me run for it all the time and generally pick on me, and I being a peace-lover generally didn't want to do anything much in return. Turns out he was repressed in those days and lacked confidence. These days, long after school, he's a cool guy.
Everyone grows up if they're given a chance. I tell you what though, if I'd thrown his bag into the water in response to that stuff, it would just have made it harder for him to grow up.
Anyway, there are plenty of people out there who think that they're "tough" and that therefore violence is a decent solution to the most minor feeling of animosity. It's just that these people are either teenagers or in an insane asylum. Or both.
I should also point out that it actually isn't more stupid to pick a fight if you're smaller than a potential opponent - after all, being small can actually prove to be an advantage if you assume a certain level of martial arts skill. To be specific, I've found that my considerable height (being 6'6") is actually a disadvantage in shotokan karate - I have to reach down for some moves against a shorter opponent, and that can reduce both speed and fluidity.
This sort of thing is so common at high school. Everyone's got a story, because only the most restrictive atmosphere would stop kids from eating each other alive. I remember that there was one short kid who used to steal my bag and make me run for it all the time and generally pick on me, and I being a peace-lover generally didn't want to do anything much in return. Turns out he was repressed in those days and lacked confidence. These days, long after school, he's a cool guy.
Everyone grows up if they're given a chance. I tell you what though, if I'd thrown his bag into the water in response to that stuff, it would just have made it harder for him to grow up.
Anyway, there are plenty of people out there who think that they're "tough" and that therefore violence is a decent solution to the most minor feeling of animosity. It's just that these people are either teenagers or in an insane asylum. Or both.
I should also point out that it actually isn't more stupid to pick a fight if you're smaller than a potential opponent - after all, being small can actually prove to be an advantage if you assume a certain level of martial arts skill. To be specific, I've found that my considerable height (being 6'6") is actually a disadvantage in shotokan karate - I have to reach down for some moves against a shorter opponent, and that can reduce both speed and fluidity.
Not a 7th grader, but a 6th grader threatened me. He was about 5'2 and I was 5'9. He was saying he could kick my ass with his Brazilian jiu-jitsu skills, but when I lightly punched (love tap) him in the face and he went down...but he still thinks he can take me.
Something, sort of, similiar happened to me. I was visiting an old school of mine as someone I know outside of the education system worked there. I'm still a fairly short high schooler, especially compared to upperclassmen. Apparently some little 6th graders found it necessary to attempt to pick a fight with.
School had recently let out and there were about 4 of them. They began to say some less than favorable things to me regarding my size, clothing, hairstyle, race and worst of all, intelligence. Keep in mind, these 6th graders were fraeking midgets. I had been having a really bad couple of weeks so I urged one of them to to attempt to attack and saying some unsavory things myself (though in a more refined way). I attempted to walk away, at least three times, but they kept on following me. I told them to go way, I had no time for foolishness. Now when I stopped to get a drink and they threw a carton of milk at me, I had enough.
This is the good bit. The ringleader, a psuedo-tough guy african american child charged at me. I sidestepped. He slams into a water fountain. He reels back but still tries to hit me. Right before his friends step in, he punches me in the stomach. Releasing restraints, I pick him up, open a nearby locker and stuff him inside. I guess his friends came back for him later (or brought someone back, they probably couldn't reach him) because I surely didn't, and I some him about a month later. He apparently remembered me because he ran when I glanced it while talking to an associate.
School had recently let out and there were about 4 of them. They began to say some less than favorable things to me regarding my size, clothing, hairstyle, race and worst of all, intelligence. Keep in mind, these 6th graders were fraeking midgets. I had been having a really bad couple of weeks so I urged one of them to to attempt to attack and saying some unsavory things myself (though in a more refined way). I attempted to walk away, at least three times, but they kept on following me. I told them to go way, I had no time for foolishness. Now when I stopped to get a drink and they threw a carton of milk at me, I had enough.
This is the good bit. The ringleader, a psuedo-tough guy african american child charged at me. I sidestepped. He slams into a water fountain. He reels back but still tries to hit me. Right before his friends step in, he punches me in the stomach. Releasing restraints, I pick him up, open a nearby locker and stuff him inside. I guess his friends came back for him later (or brought someone back, they probably couldn't reach him) because I surely didn't, and I some him about a month later. He apparently remembered me because he ran when I glanced it while talking to an associate.
