Friday, August 26, 2005
If you wrote me off I'd understand it
Cause I've been on Some other planet
So come pick me upI've landed
:ben folds/ landed
I was thinking about this guy Mike Sexton. He was my junior high bully. He started kicking my ass the first day of seventh grade. His bully gimmick was a switchblade that he carried in his coat pocket. He liked to push me up against walls or lockers so he could covertly poke at my, at the time fat belly with his knife without the teachers seeing.
I was terrified of this guy. He was he liked to tell me about how he was going to stab the shit out of me or slit my throat if he ran into me after school. So i'd truck home to avoid being killed. Man, even today i don't know if he was serious or not. The kid was totally fucked in the head. He was one of those cat killing types. I don't know if he ever actually did that but rumors ran rampant about this one time he ran over his cat with a lawn mower. I hope that it didn't happen but judging by what i saw of him it prolly did.
He was in 9th while i was in 7th so he went off to Santa Rosa High after one year of tormenting me. I sometimes wonder what happened to him. I hope it was bad. I think that Mike set the precedent of me being a victim throughout school.
He, and his knife made me weak and i think that the other predators could smell my fear. I was an easy mark. I got used to not defending myself and once that happens it's easier to just roll up in a ball and take the hits then it is to do anything in your own defense. I remember getting picked on by kids smaller then me. I was a broken person. In a lot of ways i still am.
Once i cut my hand but the wound was not part of me/ now i'm a man and there's a wound at the heart of me.
last i heard Sexton moved back to florida. i hung out with him a little bit in high school and he started a band with my sister and some of her friends. can't remember if she dated him or not.
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Cause I've been on Some other planet
So come pick me upI've landed
:ben folds/ landed
I was thinking about this guy Mike Sexton. He was my junior high bully. He started kicking my ass the first day of seventh grade. His bully gimmick was a switchblade that he carried in his coat pocket. He liked to push me up against walls or lockers so he could covertly poke at my, at the time fat belly with his knife without the teachers seeing.
I was terrified of this guy. He was he liked to tell me about how he was going to stab the shit out of me or slit my throat if he ran into me after school. So i'd truck home to avoid being killed. Man, even today i don't know if he was serious or not. The kid was totally fucked in the head. He was one of those cat killing types. I don't know if he ever actually did that but rumors ran rampant about this one time he ran over his cat with a lawn mower. I hope that it didn't happen but judging by what i saw of him it prolly did.
He was in 9th while i was in 7th so he went off to Santa Rosa High after one year of tormenting me. I sometimes wonder what happened to him. I hope it was bad. I think that Mike set the precedent of me being a victim throughout school.
He, and his knife made me weak and i think that the other predators could smell my fear. I was an easy mark. I got used to not defending myself and once that happens it's easier to just roll up in a ball and take the hits then it is to do anything in your own defense. I remember getting picked on by kids smaller then me. I was a broken person. In a lot of ways i still am.
Once i cut my hand but the wound was not part of me/ now i'm a man and there's a wound at the heart of me.
last i heard Sexton moved back to florida. i hung out with him a little bit in high school and he started a band with my sister and some of her friends. can't remember if she dated him or not.
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