I was a fake bully. Big giant bastard. Me and this other guy had a bit where I’d pick him up by putting my hand around his throat on with pressure on the sides and lifting him by his jaw while he was against some lockers with a loud bang. I think he also jumped. Obviously a stupid dangerous thing to do, but par for the course for testosterone fueled teenagers. Looked violent as shit though, essentially a pro wrestling choke slam.
Fuck, I was a skater in school. I threw myself down a two story half pipe in a warehouse every weekend. I had bruises on top of bruises.
Pain wasn’t new to me, cause man, I fucking sucked on a skateboard.
Let me put it this way, the kid I gave a broken nose to was a wanna-be MS13 member at the time. Ran into him after high school - guess who was a member? I’m glad I had friends with me, and we outnumbered his crew. They backed down. I don’t know what they had, but we all carried knives - and at the time - were ready to use them. My late teen years were a little wild. He recognized me, and called them to back off.
I guess getting the cops involved over a pool table in a bowling alley would have fucked up their bigger plans.
I was a fake bully. Big giant bastard. Me and this other guy had a bit where I’d pick him up by putting my hand around his throat on with pressure on the sides and lifting him by his jaw while he was against some lockers with a loud bang. I think he also jumped. Obviously a stupid dangerous thing to do, but par for the course for testosterone fueled teenagers. Looked violent as shit though, essentially a pro wrestling choke slam.
A bit between friends is different.
Fuck, I was a skater in school. I threw myself down a two story half pipe in a warehouse every weekend. I had bruises on top of bruises.
Pain wasn’t new to me, cause man, I fucking sucked on a skateboard.
Let me put it this way, the kid I gave a broken nose to was a wanna-be MS13 member at the time. Ran into him after high school - guess who was a member? I’m glad I had friends with me, and we outnumbered his crew. They backed down. I don’t know what they had, but we all carried knives - and at the time - were ready to use them. My late teen years were a little wild. He recognized me, and called them to back off.
I guess getting the cops involved over a pool table in a bowling alley would have fucked up their bigger plans.