The ass hat was right, still an ass hat though. There certainly was no chance they would send this chubby poor kid with bad eyes nicknamed shit stain into space.
I studied mechanics and learned anything I could about rockets and tech. I just really wanted to have something to do with sending something into space. And I had all the time in the world since I had no friends or any chance of getting my dipstick wet.
Kinda screwy how mean kids can be, but what is really messed up is the adults who condone it. Like when a prick like Turk can just punch a certain nobody in the face, yell out quit touching me faggot, slap a bowl of chocolate pudding all over this kids ass. Followed by his cries of "Look that SHIT STAIN just shit his pants.
Why do they make the coaches watch over lunch period? So, Turk's coach comes over with his ridiculously bad breath and says "Come on SHIT STAIN lets get you cleaned up. Which meant I'm going to wrench you around by the shoulder until I can throw you through the girls bathroom door and say "Wrong door SHIT STAIN!"
The pressure to shine my eyes to fit in was great, but with a dead end purist father like mine. Fat chance.
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