Walking from the beach to the pub yesterday evening, my three straight friends and I had to cross the path of a pack of 10 to 13 year olds who were just sitting on a wall doing nothing. As we go past, they start shouting "batty boy", "***", and other less than polite terms. So far, I'm just thinking "yeah, whatever kids. F*** off now". One little waste of space actually goes up to one of my friends and pushes him before trying to punch him. Seeing as the kid is half my friend's height, my mate just keeps the kid out of arm's length. As we walk off, do the kids stop shouting and being total ****stains? Nope. They thrown stones at us and follow us down half the block before we started toward the town centre.
One part of me is sad that those kids are so hateful and angry at such a young age.
The other part wanted to thrown the aggressive one up against the wall until his skull did a Rice Krispie ("snap, cackle, pop").
Sometimes, I hate people.
One part of me is sad that those kids are so hateful and angry at such a young age.
The other part wanted to thrown the aggressive one up against the wall until his skull did a Rice Krispie ("snap, cackle, pop").
Sometimes, I hate people.

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