My Life: Its Ok, I Guess.

First Fight

The first Fight that I had ever gotten into that didn't involve family, was this story I'm about to bestow upon you, sirs and ladies!

I was 7 years old, hanging out with this kid, Ritchie. We decided to go to this grocery store to get sodas and chips with the money I had gotten from my godmother for getting all A's in school. (The only time I ever did so LMFAO)

This was the 90's, when 20 dollars actually meant something!

So we go in, and we had to go all the way to the back of the store for the drinks, so we go through the condiment aisle...and there I saw, one if the grossest things I had ever witnessed:

Ritchie had grabbed a jar of Mayonnaise, opened it up, and pulled a nasty booger from his nose, and put it right inside the Mayo, sealed it and put it back on the shelf. Back in those days they didn't have the grey seal thing on jars yet for some reason.

I was disgusted;

I grabbed the jar and was gonna bring it to the lady up front, because honestly that's just straight up unsanitary. Even if you don't like Mayonnaise, I'm sure you can agree, thats pretty fucking foul.

But when I walk a few steps away from him, he pushes me down. I got up and with all the strength I could muster, I clocked him In the face, and he started to cry...really, dude? I brought the jar to the counter, and told them "don't eat this, it has booger in it." And walked off into the sunset, through the automatic doors, like a boss.