Ima Beat This Kids ASS!!!

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:confused:Ok, before you read this long, very interesting excerpt from a day in my life, I suggest you get really comfortable, grab a drink, and turn off all electronics. There are four parts to this story. They all interwine to a conclusion that I need to whoop somebodies ass. Ok, so Im going to start with Part 1.

Chapter 1: JOHN

Ok, the first part of my story starts with a character named John. He is one of the worst people I know, and I am extremely sad that I ever called him a friend. He also has a friend named Tyrell, another former friend of mine but actually John's best friend. I hate both Tyrell and John with a passion that will never be resolved. But, I didn't always hate them.

See, John has what I would call a "I-think-ima-gangster" problem. His job on earth is to go around acting like fuckin Tookie Williams and trying to
intimidate everyone in his path. See, he's short, but he's stocky. Therefore, he is able to intimidate most of the people he comes around. These kind of people can't fight to save their lives, but they want to make everyone else think they can. John is a piece of shit if you've ever saw one. Tyrell is just a quieter, more laid back piece of shit, but when he says something, it pisses people off in a 3 mile radius.

These 2 fuckfaces are my largest problem.

Chapter 2 : "GaTorion Gangsters"

Ok, your probably wondering what the fuck a "Gatorion gangster" is? Well, it is a ragly ass bunch of pussies who decided one day, "Hey, we can't fight for shit, let's make a gang and if anyone stands up to us, we'll jump them!!!" Oh yes, great philosophy. Anyways, this group of faggots consists of

1) Antionne, the leader and possibly the biggest pussy on earth
2) Phillup, the appointed ass kissing dick licker who worships the dirt Antionne walks on
3) John and Tyrell, the two rejects from the chapter above

Now, all these folks are pussies in their own right. None of them can fight, but I guess since now their in a "gang," their a bunch of Muhammed Ali's. Well, I've never been one to keep my mouth closed, so I say FUCK DAT!!!

Chapter 3 : The Story Begins

Ok, now that I've introduced the main shitheads, Im going to continue with the actually story.

Now, the beginning of my issue takes place about 3-4 weeks back. My mom had gone on in one of her fucking rants and decided to kick my ass out the house. So, this not being the first time, I decided to grab my shoe's and hats because those were my prized possessions. (If any of you have seen the pictures in the Foto Fun section, you obviously know why) Anyways, I decided to take my things over to John's apartment because he had a pretty much empty garage. Now, I later learned his brother was a punk ass thief. So, to my knowledge, once I left my shoes in John's garage, his younger brother Gabe decided to go back to the garage and steal my newest pair.

Now, I did not find out about this until later on that night when I went back to retrieve my belongings. At the time, I did not know Gabe had stolen them and didn't have adequate proof. So, I questioned a few of my friends and got little answers. I ended up letting it go because I knew I would never find the shoes.

Chapter 4 : The Fight

Anyways, about a week later, I guess John had gotten into a problem with a TJ student about fucking this kids sister. So, John, Tyrell, and I all went out to the park to confront this TJ kid. The kid was a no show. But, John being the arrogant piece of shit he is, decides to go to the kids house to lure him out. So, we go back to the park and the TJ Kid (Brandon) meets us there. John gets a royal beatdown to the third degree. Brandon beats the monkey shit out of John until he is dazed and confused. So, we take John back to Tyrell's house to clean him up and I'm trying to comfort John like "this isn't the end of the world." During this time, I decide to hop on the MySpace to see what's going on in the world. Now, I don't know how the fuck he came to this conclusion, but for some reason John came to the misunderstanding that I was on MySpace talking shit about him and the fight. Now, if this isn't the most ridiculous thing I have possibly heard in my entire life, but for some reason he truly believed this. Anyways, we left Tyrell's home and met up with Jerry, a fat freak of nature. We were bored so I decided to run in and grab my BeBe gun for a night of fun.

We go around breaking a few windows and finally I get tired and want to go home. Jerry asks to borrow the gun and I let him because he's cool. So, I went home and John went to his crib and ended the night.

Chapter 5 : Issues, Issues, and more Issues

So anyways, about a week later, I go over to Phillups house and Antionne and Azim happen to be there. Were all playing the game when Azim tells me that John's brother did in fact steal my shoes and John wants to kill me. So, me being the take-no-shit kind of guy walks to John's apartment.

I find John in his garage lifting weights and calmly asks him if his brother has my shoes. He laughs at me so I give him two options: 1) Give me my shoes now and I leave in peace, or 2) Don't give me my shoes now and I come back later and beat the shit out of you. He takes neither option and decides to get in my face telling me "Fuck you, ill beat your ass. What the fuck you gonna do?" So, I smile in his face and proceed to walk away.

I get about 2 blocks away when i see him coming up behind me. I turn around, drop my shit, and square up. He thinks its a game until i punch him in the eye. We then continue fighting until a preacher breaks it up and sends us on our way. But, this fuckface won't let things be. He follows me to my house where I again starting punching the shit out of him until he ends up with a bloody nose and a cut eye. We then decide this is getting no where and stop fighting. He tells me he'll give me my shoes if I give him some juice. So, I give him the juice, he tells me my shoes are at Jerry's. Now, I walk to Jerry's and this fat fuck has sold my shoes to some loser at the park-n-ride.
Keep in my fatsoe has my BeBe gun.

So, I walk back home empty handed and pissed off.

Chapter 6 : Drama

So, a week passes and I think everything has blown over. Not quite. Im outside of Azim's house when Tyrell comes up. We get to chatting and I tell him how I had fought John the week before. He leaves and I guess decides to go to John's house. So, about 15 minutes later, John and two accomplices come strolling up non-chalant to Azim's house. I think everythings cool so I shake hands and continue playing catch. Suddenly, John comes to play catch. I throw the ball, he catchs it. So, finally I have caught the ball and out of nowhere John throws three punches that hit me square in the mouth. My shit is pretty fucked up. So, I square up again to fight and he runs at me. I have way more reach than him and he isn't able to land a decent punch anymore. Some guy walks out and breaks it up, while John and his accomplices run down the street yelling, " You fucking pussy, fuck you." I go back up the street, wash out my mouth, and continue playing catch.

Chapter 7: Fuck School

So now, I guess word gets back to school that John has "beaten" me up. Ok, great, one more problem. Now I have to fend off all the shit talkers. But, the worst of it comes when I see John around school. He doesn't say shit but I have the extreme urge to punch him in his face and break his nose. But, I have alot riding on school and I can't fight him or Ill lose my scholarship. So, I hold my anger and walk past him.

Now, to add to the problem, I have this son of a bitch Tyrell running his mouth every possible chance he gets. I feel like beating his ass as well.

(Side Story) [I hate to mention this, but Im not unfamiliar with the law. In this year alone, I broke two kids noses for talking shit and one them pressed charges. Im now on probation with a differed judgement that allows my 2nd degree felony to be erased if I complete the probation. But, if I happen to commit any other crimes, or pickup any other cases, I am stuck with the 2nd degree felony and possibly no chance of attending college. Therefore, Im always hesitant to hit because almost every time I hit someone, I break something.]

Chapter 8: Ima Beat This Kids ASS!!!

(Side Story) [Before all this bullshit occured, I had sold my Xbox 360 to John for 300$. He only had 250 at the time, but I took his PSP as insurance to him giving me my 50$. He never came up with the $50, so I now still have his PSP.]

Ok, so now I have 3 issues to which Im about to go fucking berserk:

1) For some odd fucking reason, dumb ass Jerry decides to give my BeBe gun to John. Now, I had bought the BeBe gun from John earlier this year for $60. But now that me and John are feuding, I can expect to never get the Xbox 360 or the gun back. So, this dumb shit Jerry has not only sold my brand new shoes, but he's givin away the BeBe gun I let him borrow.

2) Today an incident happened where Antione pushed a kid into a locker for knocking into him. That shit was fucked up and the kid sincerely said, "Yo, you aint gotta push me like that." Antionnes arrogant as started cursing the kid and yelling "Gatorion this, Gatorion that." The kid replied, "Yo I didn't mean no disrespect, Im just sayin you aint gotta push me like that." I pull the kid and tell him there aint no such thing as a "Gatorion Gangster" and Antione happens to hear this. He goes into this rant about how John ran up on me and punched me and yada yada yada. I tell him if he wants to solve something, come outside. He then continues to run his fuckin' mouth all the way to class.

3) About two days ago, this annoying brat TreyDon decides to take my hat. Now, Trey plays entirely to much. But, he's really small and has 3 gangmember brothers and no one really beats his ass cause of this. Anyways, he takes my hat and decides to play frisbee with it with his friends. Somehow, the hat lands in water and a kid steps on it. I don't know how it happened but all I know is that I was about to beat some more ass. I let it go and TreyDon takes the hat to the trash.

Chapter 9 : Conclusion

All this bullshit has led me to right now. I have questions that need answers:

1) Should I beat John's ass with a vengence? I could possibly get jumped by him and Tyrell though

2) Should I beat TreyDon's ass even though Im 6'2, he's 5'0 but has gang member brothers

3) Should I destroy Jerry's life for selling my shoes and giving away my BeBe gun?

4) Shoot up my school but risk life in prison?

I clearly don't have the answers and need opinions on what the fuck i should do right now. Im about to do something durastic and possible lead to the death of others!!:confused:
 
I'm so glad I didn't have that much drama in high school.

Single out the biggest mother fucker in their 'gang' and beat the shit out of him. Just mow him down and (insert violent metaphor here).

Easy solution to the problem. Do it in front of everyone and they won't fuck with you after that. Do it right and I promise it'll work.
 
But, then I face the problem of

1) Getting jumped
2) Getting suspended
3) Possibly losing my free college classes

I would have no problem beating the fuck outta any of them, its just logistics ya see
 
I never had that problem in high school. I'm a skinny motherfucker; I'm not physically intimidating. I made a point of beating the shit out of a football player after school because he was giving me shit.

His buddies knew how to follow directions, since they kept their mouth shut about it.

It's probably very different in your case though. Since none of us are their, we can't offer anything but vapid, general advice that may not apply to your case.
 
Thats so awesome. Good for you. Just don't forget to bring a towel.

but really, I've been down that road. I never quite got to the beating of anyones ass. really disappointing but I did get my way into college and let me tell you that shit is so worth it.

Personally, I'd report all my shit as stolen to the police. Tell them that you had it until about a few days ago or something.

Don't beat the kids ass that took your hat but when he least expects it just take his and make it "disappear" (ebay). then give him the address for shits and giggles.
 
Dude, I relate. But you have to keep your cool, man.

It is not worth your life to beat some sorry asses.

I wear a fitted most days and I work with kids; they always ask to wear my hat. I'm stupid, so every once in a while I let somebody wear it. When I do so, I make it extremely clear that it is not a toy, it is not to be shared, and it has to remain on the head of the person I gave it to. Just today, I let one kid wear it, and I come back fucking 30 seconds later and they're throwing my hat like a frisbee and then almost tearing it apart fighting over it. I get it back and it has obviously been dropped and mangled. Fucking punks. Honestly, I love them, but when they fuck up my fitted I want to fuck up some kids.

Sorry, I got off-topic, but my point is that I know how you feel when you get your possessions mistreated and disrespected by others.

But you have too much to lose, man. Almost all schools in the U.S. have Zero Tolerance policies, so even if you fight back in self-defense (unless you have a weapon pulled on you) you are equally guilty. If you already are under the watchful eye of the law, you have no chance if you throw a punch.

Chances are, all these people know this and they put you on blast because they know you can't fight back.

So what you need to do is, to quote one of my favorite rappers, "learn to make that face that tells predators, it's better to re-assess just who you're 'bout to wrestle with." Mean mug. Puff up. Don't take shit.

But don't be violent. Real soon you will be in college, and trust me, none of this drama shit will matter then. Tough it out, don't resort to violence. People may not respect you for it but you need to know in your heart that the biggest challenge is the one inside yourself. You need to control yourself. Believe me, I've caught some and thrown some and I got into a lot of trouble in junior high and my first year of high school and I am still paying for it. A lot of pathways got cut off for me. DON'T get caught up in it man.
 
Damn, why do you hang out with these guys in the first place if they're such shitheads?

I don't know what kind of advice to give you other than, hoard all your shit next time. Don't take it anywhere and don't hang with people that you know might fuck with you.
 
Its sounds like you live in the hood or something, I mean all this fighting and junk.
Us upper middle class people are more worried About our 360's gathering dust them getting revenge.
Oh and, do what Hostile said...
 
I don't think you're going to successfully complete your probation. You go around shooting windows with a BB gun? Now you want to beat these people because they disrespected your possessions? I call that karma. Now go home and apologize to your mom for whatever dumbshit you did that made her throw you out of the house. A piece of advice, don't threaten to harm people in a public forum while still on probation. I sincerely wish you good luck with staying out of trouble.
 
You know, I don't know how some of you kids run around with people that steal and disrespect other peoples shit all the time and then not ever expect that these wonder-fuck "friends" of yours will turn around and do the same to you. If I were you I would just avoid all these punks at all costs. I mean what are you beefing about? $50? A BB gun? Seriously, once you get into the adult world you'll find that shit like this is petty and should be treated as such.

Really, avoid them at all costs. I mean is beating some kids ass over $50 and a pair of fucking shoes really worth time in juvenile prison (I mean if they're as much of pussies as you claim, they'll probably call the cops)? I think not. And don't let the shit that people are going to talk about you get to you. Fuck them, you know exactly who you are and what you want out of life. More than likely after doing this for a while... you're going to find yourself around the type of friends that you've really always wanted.

I was the big man on campus type in high school, but I didn't run around with a bunch of morons because I thought I'd be cool. The people who wanted to hang around me, liked me for me and never needed a damn thing from me... and because of that I knew I was cool.

You're on the edge kid... the edge of doing something ridiculous that will more than likely haunt you with probation/parole well past the beginning of your adult life (I should know about that kind of shit!), if you go through with it. Take my advice. Forget about them and become your own man... that will garner more respect in the long run than anything that you're doing right now.
 
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