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mean kid
posted by
Xeno-x
on January 15, 2005 at 7:44 AM
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westwend
I've been busy. I can't reply to all my commnets right now.
posted by
kooka_lives
on January 14, 2005 at 4:16 PM
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you coulda said something
posted by
Xeno-x
on January 14, 2005 at 3:21 PM
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westwend
I read it yesterday.
posted by
kooka_lives
on January 14, 2005 at 1:13 PM
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you're on -- read this!!!!
and the next one -- I really want you to
this is what is called sharing
posted by
Xeno-x
on January 14, 2005 at 12:49 PM
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the guy reminds me a little of my cousin
he was adopted, like I was. was sort of mean -- whether gnetically or whether his parents, my mother's sister and her husband, because they were so mean to him, made him mean.
i mean, they'd hit him with a broom handle if he even looked at them wrong -- in front of his friends.
he'd take a lot out on me, since i took it and didn't say much about it because i didn't want him to get in trouble because if he got into trouble . . . well, you know.
besides getting me in a headlock every time we met, there were two specific instances that i remember.
one was at the farmer's market on North Broadway in St. Louis. We had to go pee and there was a truck parking lot close by -- we went out between trailers. I had finished, but he hadn't. he decided to take target practice and i was the target. I got away from him, but he had long range capabilities and arced that brassy stream right on me. he asked me not to tell since we both knew what his parents would do. I didn't say a word when we got back, but it was obvious and, well, you know what happened. I can't recall exactly, but . . .
then the other time was when we were walking along this dirt road (two track with grass down the middle) up to a friend's weekend house and he had my Daisy Red Ryder BB gun. He shot it up in the air right at me and the BB hit me right in the back of the neck. He begged me not to tell and I agreed, but when we got back, my parents noticed the red welt on the back of my neck and asked and I had to say what happened and he got it bad.
he seemed to be always like that. the only time I got into a fight with him was when he called my mother a liar. I punched him and he put his arms up around his head and bent down and i laid into him with a flurry of punches, then he came back and gave me a few jabs in the face -- didn't feel anything -- I was just mad. then he and his friend walked away.
posted by
Xeno-x
on January 13, 2005 at 8:23 AM
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Klara
Really? Some times it feels like I put a lot fo my past out here.
I do plan to do several follow ups to this post that stay with the same general idea but with other examples of it.
posted by
kooka_lives
on January 12, 2005 at 8:21 PM
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I liked this, Kooks. You don't usually share much of your past, private
life. Do more like this!
posted by
KlaraRoberts
on January 12, 2005 at 3:51 PM
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yep
sheesh!!!!
and I missed out on all that!!!!
There are people to be scared of.
Keep your own steady course.
Lots of people will make you feel that you are on the wrong course and that theirs is better -- or that you should change somehow -- I've been assaulted many times mentally by such -- there are people ready to run your life when they
there's that old song -- SUNSHINE - "He can't even run his own life and I'll be damned if he'll run mine!"
the guy was crazy to be sure -- it's highly likely that his life now if a living hell for him -- probably was then -- people's actions reflect their environment.
posted by
Xeno-x
on January 12, 2005 at 3:02 PM
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