Fiction From Fact (#2)

Well those who know me well know I had a terrible temper as a kid. For a myriad of reasons. I still do I just contain it better. The following tell of tales of me unleashing my temper. Again. Two are fake and one real. Lets see who knows me best.

1: I have an uncle only like 2 yrs older than me who used to torment me as a kid. And get away with it. I was a very naive child and had blind faith in those who should have been closest to me. He was the type to find a dead bird and smash it with a cinder block. He would randomly take my lips in the winter when they’re dry and make them split them down the middle so I would bleed. He even one time without me having prior knowledge had a spoon sitting over an open stove flame. Called me into the kitchen and asked me to hold out my hand. I did and he placed the spoon on the back of my hand. Have any of you ever heard flesh sizzle or had the pleasure of smelling it burn? I have. I snapped and we fought. I knew I was going to win because even though he had a reach, age, and height advantage he never beat me. He would fight like a punk bitch and he scratched my face. We were near the liquor cart I guess you can call it. I grabbed a bottle of Bacardi Gold and I cracked it over his head he needed a great deal of stitches. This was about 1989.

2: I knew where this kid lived down the block from me. First name was Elijah. Last name I don’t really care about. In school he would harass me and once spit at the back of my neck. I saved a whole lot of spit in my mouth one day and rode my bike to his house. While he was playing with some friends he saw me get off his bike and decided he was going to bully me some more. He must not have noticed my cheeks all swollen and full. Before he knew what happened, I got him all over his face and ran screaming. He vomited a great deal of it as well.

3: This one kid kept throwing snowballs at me when recess ended in the winter of ‘89-’90. This was back when we used to have this cool thing called winter. When I asked him to stop and he wouldn’t. He ignored my request. He ignored the serious tone I emitted. He showed disrespect. I lost my temper and I pushed him down and kicked him in his back with my boots several times while yelling at him for not listening. He needed 7 stitches.

Ok now guess which one is real.

Douglas S. Williams