What were you doing in 1983?
I didn't exist then.
shareGraduating from high school.
sharegetting beaten up by guys & laughed at by girls.
nothing's changed!
Look at the bright side of it. It's better than getting beaten up by girls while laughed at by guys 😝
shareha, one of my more pathetic moments is that i actually did get beaten up by a bunch of teenage girls when i was...i must have been about 38, i guess.
i remember sitting in the dr's office getting my stitches & thinking 'i can't even tell the girls in the office i got this scar in a bar fight.'
i literally got hospitalized by a bunch of teen girls. shameful!
Um, why did you get gang assaulted by a bunch of teen girls?
shareoh, it's a dumb story. i'll try to keep it short.
one morning while on my way to work (very early, around 4am) i walked past a group of kids drinking in a park. one of the girls runs up to me and says her friends (i guess there were some guys with her - it was dark) will absolutely beat the shit out of me if i don't say i'm 'down with the north side boys' or some nonsense like that.
i dutifully say that i'm down with the northside boys, and try to go on my way. but at this point, a bunch of her friends have joined her (all girls), and one of them tries to grab the mp3 player hanging around my neck (pre-smart-phone days).
i grab it back, & at this point i hear someone say 'bean him' or 'brain him,' something like that. & suddenly i'm being beaten across the melon by two fairly large whiskey bottles as i recall. one of them made solid contact with my temple, resulting it a fairly big cut & a reasonably massive gush of blood pouring out of my head, which seemed to shock everyone, as they promptly stopped beating me and mostly ran off at that point.
a few stitches, no cool scar.
as i recall, the girl who started the whole thing was quite a sexy little number. i totally should have asked her out. we would have had an awesome 'meet cute' story. i can just imagine telling everyone how we met at our wedding reception: 'ah, she was a little hood-rat who bounced a bottle off my head at 4 in the morning...'
Being miserable in Catholic school, yet at the same time obsessively drawing my own characters and stories, listening to Top 40, watching kid's cartoons and reading tons of books. At one point, I was reading something like 2-3 books a week.
shareSince I was born in June of 1984, I must have been conceived in September of 1983. So I wouldn't have existed until that point, and I was just being a phoetus for the rest of the year after that.
shareBeing born
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