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And Kick Your Own Damn Ass

in their way, and I would never have disrupted their game for exactly
this reason. Who needed the abuse? I turned my head as I was riding
and yelled back to come and do something about it, never expecting
anything to happen.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of that new kid take off
at top speed toward me. The next thing I knew he broadsided me and I
went flying off my bike. I never saw it coming and hit the sidewalk face

first with my mouth open. I can still recall the sickening feeling as my
front teeth hit the concrete and scraped along until I came to a stop.

I got up in a daze and saw him charging me. Even though things were
spinning around I was clearheaded enough to have fought back. I am
embarrassed to admit that my first thought was not to resist and it
would be over quickly. The kid grabbed me in a headlock and dragged
me to the ground. I barely put up a struggle and the kid growled, “Do

you give?” as he tightened his grip around my neck

“I give,” I said, and he released the pressure. I got up and saw this beefy
red-headed kid grinning at me. I had never seen this kid before. He didn’t
go to my school and he didn’t live in my neighborhood. I had no idea who
this kid was or where he came from. I can’t recall saying anything to him.
I picked up my papers, got back on my bike, delivered the paper I was
supposed to drop off and pedaled home.

I had a hard time processing what had just happened because it
happened so fast. Holy crap, I just got my ass kicked. I had been in fist
fights before but in every other case there was some warning; some
time to get mentally prepared. I hadn’t been ready for this one and I
was unhappy with how I had acted or in this case, failed to act.