This Is What Goes On In My Mind...

Here's A Little Story...

Okay, so here's a little story I'm going to tell about a kid who used to bully me on my baseball team when I was like, eight.

*clears throat dramatically*

So it was during a baseball game and this kid named Jimmy would always call me names and just make me feel like shit.
I was sitting on the bench in the dugout with him standing on the bench next to me just screaming at the top of his lungs, "BIG FAT WHALE!!!!" To me.

I was getting really mad and you do not want to be around me when I get pissed. So I looked at my daddy who was standing behind me and he just gave me that nod like, "Do what you have to do."

So, I pushed him.

I pushed Jimmy right off of the bench and he fell in between the bench and the dugout fence and just folded up like a lawn chair staring at me wide eyed and mouth hanging open.

I then grinned and turned around watching the rest of the game and afterwards my daddy was like, "Good job sweetie," and I felt hella proud.

Jimmy never bothered me again.