I was about 12 playing baseball with my friends. Some younger kids were playing dodge ball nearby and their ball rolled onto our field. I ran over grabbed the ball and threw it back to one of the kids. The little eight year old said something to me … I didn’t hear it but I knew he was swearing at me. I turned back to him and everything went black … the little shit just wanted to distract me so that he could whip the ball in my face.
All I remember is that sound … WANGGGGGGG!!! … ringing in my ears, everything turning black and falling back on my ass.
Every time I think about that moment … I want to slap that little shit and make him cry … at least he didn’t use a tire iron
But that was 30 years ago … over 30 years ago (fuck I’m old) … I have a pretty nice life and on my way to retiring comfortably … and the little shit is a drug addict with four kids, his fourth or fifth relationship and living in a shack
I want to beat the little eight year shit but I feel sorry for the 40 year old adult … but if I had the chance, I’d still whip a red rubber ball into his face.
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