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I thought I was a little weird for liking getting knocked around. Early on, I loved trying to get back up the second after going down like it was nbd.Shit, now I am remembering. I was in third grade when I was in my first fight. It was mutual. I saw this kid I hated---I mean I hated the way he looked so much I wanted to kick his ass--anyway he was with 2 friends and I ended up fighting his one friend. I think it was both of our first fights.
I was punching and kicking and making Bruce Lee noises on every hit---- like wah-dah!!! and shit, lol, Bruce was my fucking idol as a kid, bar none.
Anyways, I probably kicked him in the nuts 2 or 3 times, but we were both so inexperienced and weaklings that we eventually got tired--it seemed to last 10 mins--and we decided to just quit.
Anyways, again, I go home and started crying because I thought I fucked up the dude's nuts and he would not be able to have kids. Like I love fighting and love it to this day, but I am not the bullying type---so usually I just look for a chance to fight some bully....or if someone fucks with my friends or GF they are just getting a beatdown with zero fucking mercy. But yeah, I never got into the bullying shit, and the few hillbilly kids that tried to give me shit for "being from the north" got used as a fucking punching bag and that ended that.
Fighting is fucking great, whether it is punching or getting punched. I am all in. Trying to live that Clockwork Orange (sans rape) lifestyle.
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