I know, it's lie someone's out to get me. I think it all stems back to this time back in elementary school when I had this teacher that I really didn't like. She also didn't like me, and I don't know which led to the other but either way we couldn't stand each other. Some might look at a situation like that and think that she held the more powerful position, but you have to keep in mind that I'm like 11 years old at the time, in a classroom of my peers, was already a legend for my ability to make fun of people, and had no concept of empathy. Either way, I think I may have shattered her views of the innocence of children with the things I'd pull, and it was a launching pad to my unprecedented popularity in highschool. She also probably shouldn't have been a teacher because she didn't handle it very well at all and I knew if I poked the bear long enough she'd lose it and I totally would get off without reprimand from higher authorities.
Except you can only play that game for so long before the principle and VP catch on. Counseling for that and other transgressions aside, I only had one option: revenge. I had to make all the other teachers know that I was a force to be reckoned with. And what better way to do it then pick on this poor teacher's young son. So, cutting the hillarious parts of the story out of it, I had to be on the opposite side of the school grounds of this guy for the next 8 months. That'll teach his mom to show weakness.
So anyways, I went on to highschool and this guy followed me a year later, and I don't think I ever talked to him or really saw him at all, but a few years ago I ran into him and he's all like "Hey, it's Trevor? Remember me?" and I was all like "Yeah. I love keg beer because there's a lot of it. And girls don't know how to drink it without making bad decisions." and then he's all like "um, ok. Man, you really didn't like my mom eh?" and I was all like "I liked being funny more." and he was all like "yeah, that's cool. I can see how some people didn't like her, I don't blame you for being a dick to me" and I found this to be kind of gay and awkward, so I just pretended I didn't know what he was talking about and was all like "I was? Really?! Wow. Uh....sorry about that?" .
Now the things we did must have been pretty traumatic for a young boy growing up and he'd probably been waiting years to have this conversation and here I was just totally brushing it off. like 'That motherfucker doesn't even remember what he did to me?!' I'd be like at the Nuremberg trials some guy being like "The Jew thing? What Jew thing? Oh! Thaaaaat. Eh, it's kind of fuzzy but I don't think it was really anything that bad." That guy must just totally haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!
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MOTHERFUCKER. I skinned my goddamn knee! BITCH