It has been well established on this site, and in, you know, reality, that being an adolescent kid gargles the gnarliest of donkey balls.
showering is hard
bullying
I took to writing stories about vengeance, about stabbing my friends with whatever was near to hand; pencils in the classroom, sporks in the cafeteria, a ruler in the hallway while classes were changing. I walked around with vivid images in my head of tearing those girls' faces off.
