Skilla_Staz said:
My own mother, who is known for overreacting, agrees with me on this issue. The cop @ school, principal, THE GIRL! even agrees with ME.
Well, call your mom, the cop @ school, the principal, and the girl meatheads for me too.
1. you punch a woman too hard
2. woman's brother finds out you hit her (perhaps nothing more)
3. woman's brother gets pizzed and runs his mouth
4. rather than cool woman's brother down and straighten him out, you call him a b!tch and wait for him to hit you.
5. you beat him down, get suspended, come and brag about it
Oh, you're absolutely right. This is simple A+B = 4
You, your mom, the cop@school, the principal, the brother, and the girl ALL need to get your white-trash asses onto Jerry Springer.
Some of your points are valid. But you are wrong. You are in the wrong, wrong, not right, and should have gotten your ass beat down the second you said "bit.."
*SMacK*
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
*KNEE TO THE FACE*
Had you stepped to me? After you punched my sister? I would have been aching to show you right and wrong. The second you even think of disrespecting me to my face when you are wrong, I'm pretty sure you would have got freight-trained. That guy should have fired up the steam-roller and left your ass flat.
You have nothing to brag about. You lucked out that you didn't end up with a stomach full of teeth. That's truth. That's right.
In the real world, that ring of onlookers would have joined in and stomped you into paste the second you turned the tables and went on the offense... because you were in the wrong. Either actually, or as perceived by the crowd who only heard second hand.
This is what we are saying. You lost. If this was a learning experience for you, you should have learned that you easily could have, and should have diffused the situation.
I have friends with metal plates in their heads because of the exact same sh!t you pulled. Not because they couldn't fight, because the stepped up to fight... then the guys buddies get back from the car with tire irons, 2x4's, bats... basically reducing them to a pile of quivering goo. It's called "learning the hard way", meathead.
Lucky for you, you are only in practice mode for real life. When you graduate, you get out into anywhere else on the planet. You'll find that when a guy you call "b!tch" reaches behind his back instead of punching you in the chops, you'll wish you would have learned diplomacy.