My most memorable fight was with this chick (who's new best friend is the pipe) named Beverly. People thought that because I was quiet and I didn't like to fight meant that I couldn't fight. WRONG
Well Beverly kept messing with me until I just got sick and asked her if she wanted to throw down. So the heffa slapped me....and that was the last thing SHE remembered. I was best described in school as "The one with the glasses and long finger nails." I put her into a headlock and dug my nails as deep into her face as I could. When she started to cry, let go of her and kicked her onto the floor.
The second most memorable was this clown named James. James liked me, but instead of him passing notes like the other little boys he would always call me names or throw things at me. So I got tired of his arse and since I had an inch over him I grabbed him into a headlock(yes a specialty my big brother taught me) and repeatedly banged his head up against the lockers until I got tired. James was laughed at by his peers and I was high fived and needless to say that was the last time anyone messed with me in middle school or even high school for that matter.
