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2008-11-09 06:29:10 ET
So I will comment with a Chris story...
In the 6th grade, Chris and I finally got to go to the same school. Hudde Junior High School on Nostrand Avenue and Avenue L. That was definitely an age of raging testosterone, as believe it or not, Chris developed a little bit of an aggressive side. He became a bit of a fighter...albeit a lousy one.
One day an 8th grader bumped Chris pretty hard while he was taking to a girl he liked. She looked like the second Phoenix from the X-Men comics...with whom he was infatuated. Well there was no way Chris would let that go! He yelled out "HEY!". Then, in what appeared to be slow motion, Chris threw a punch right at the kid's face. The problem was, it wasn't slow motion. Chris just had a lousy, slow-ass punch. The kid was easily able to avoid the punch and Chris fell down. Regardless, the kid was a bit intimidated, so he took off quickly. But to avoid Chris coming after him, he stomped on Chris' forehead and ran. Within minutes, a bruise started to take shape on his forehead that looked like the tread on the bottom of the kids's sneaker. Chris didn't want to get in trouble with his parents for fighting, so we concocted this story that Chris fell, and hit his head on a tire, thus explaining the tread marks. The only problem was, that by the time he got home, the word "Reebok", appeared clearly on his head...backwards. So just as quickly as it began, Chris' Junior High School fighting career ....ended. |
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