yes, carrot juice being murder.

dedicated for my sacrifices

Last edited by Celsk 15 years ago

~(Based on) A True Story.~

I was sitting at the table with Sky, feeding him some Fruit Loops cuz i just didnt want to have to clean up the mess he'd make with it, even if I left it in the tray of his high chair. I hate wasting good milk and food. Marie, his mother, was out to run errands but she had told me Ted would come over to pick up a tool box she had left up on the table.

I hear a loud enough rattle on the front door, and shout out "Come iiin", hearing him bellowing out. "Hey! Ted's here now. Who's all here now!" He steps in the kitchen, and I finally meet the guy I've already heard about. I can smell the beer on him and it's not even one in the afternoon. He looks a bit discheveled, and doesnt seem to realize what's going on. He looks around, saying "Where's Marie?" I'd have rolled my eyes. "Marie's out," I reply matter-of-factly.

His question being answered, he follows up with the next thing he has in mind. "Ohh, You must be Sam, the lil' dyke Marie was talking about!" I hold a sigh back, smiling for Sky to open his mouth so i can land the spoonful of cereal. "Please, don't call me such. It's an ugly word. If you must, you can call me a lesbian."

"Nawwwww, I like dykes, don't get me wrong."

"Ted, I'm not a dyke, watch your language in presence of the kid." I repeat with a friendly tone that still transpired of rising aggravation.

"You know what I like best about you dykes? You just dont take no shit, from NO one!"

That was it. I was gonna give him one helluva reason to like me. I just picked up the bowl in the cup of my hand as he was coming in the kitchen, got up, and just swinged the bowl into the side of his face, around his eye socket. As he was reeling back, pieces of broken ceramic still raining off him, I socked him in his other eye maybe two times with my little fist.

I could hear Sky laughing his face off "hahahahahahahaha" clapping his baby hands, that's about when I blacked out. When my conscience kicked back in, I was holding a bent metal spoon; Ted as on the floor, halfway under the futon couch, still too big to hide under there. He was holding the base of his neck and was half-moaning, half-begging "no more, no more"... I look around, finding some blood on the ground. Sky, in his high-chair in the kitchen, was still laughing his psycho lil ass off. I love that kid.

I stomped him in the nuts a good time to mark my point, and that's when one of the neighbors, a retired cop who lived across the hall, walked in.

Had to charge me for aggravated assault. My lawyer tried passing it off as battery instead, but i did draw blood with that spoon. When I saw Ted, he had a beautiful shiner, and a big ring around the other side of his face. He spoke truthfully of the 'incident', admitting he did deserve what I had given him. The judge still decided that not only was I enough of a menace to society to spend a couple of weeks in the big house, but also I was now barred from taking any babysitting gig in the province of Ontario ever again. DAMN!

(Where does the fiction begin? I didn't really stabbed him with a spoon, and no cop showed up. He didn't press charges, but only because bikers don't call the pigs. When I saw him 2 days after, he told me "I got slapped and punched by lesbians before, but you, Angry Sam, your haymaker was the worse a girl ever gave me.")

~THENDIN~

Last edited by 31642013 15 years ago

You may think I am crazy, but I have a story to tell.

Many people don't know why I am in a gang, but I have a good reason. For

starters, life at home ain't shit; my old man and me be always

fighting, and mama, she really dont do much 'cause she always working or

fighting with my pops. I also have li'l sisters, and all they be doing

is gettin' in the way.

I am 19, and I am in a gang. My gang is like my family. They treat me

real good, and they praise me when I be doin' somethin' right.Once we

jacked some random foo, and I got a lot of praise from my homies. That

really make me be feelin' mighty special. That foo was in the wrong

place at the wrong time, and we showed him we was tuff and we didn't

want him callin' the cops. So we jacked him up and then shot him.

He is in the hospital now, fightin' for his life.

But the feelin of power when the homie fired that gun was really

something! We then started laughin' real crazy, especially when we

robbed his money 'cause we now have money for ourselves. We got money

for the finer things in life, and we can get our hands on some more

drugs, man.

Yeah, we are really tight, me and all my boys. my homies call me Smalls.

We be like a family; we are there for one another, and if one of us is

in trouble, we will fight; and if another gang come crawlin' on our

turf, we WILL fight for our space. Often there is blood shed, but we

don' care; they have NO BIZNESS comin' to where they don't belong!!!

You may remember us from that last carjacking and shooting,where we shot

2 of our enemies but we showed dem. They are dead now, and do you think

we care?? NAWWW!..... The cops were on our tail we now were in a high

speed chase,not much later we hit a car and flipd all i remember was

spinning and then everything blanked i was unconscious, when i woke up

it was to some bad news all three of my homies had died 2 shooting back

at the cops and one died instantly on the accident.Waking up in the

hospital i knew i was coming here n never leaving again.I miss my boys

and all those fun times we had and bow im stuck here for the rest of my

life.

a repeat?

He posted it himself since we was wondering why he didn't post it..Lol..::goes back to read 316's with a pack of cookies::

nah its cuz yall said it was better if i posted dat

ahh it's good enough. you should have posted it here first, originally! Don't be shy, come on by, kinda shit~

im a shy boy wat can i say lol

hehehe judging from your story i'd hardly believe it but, still.