I got one..I got one...
Ok..so..like..in the 7th grade, there was this boy named Ricky. We never had any beef, no problems. We had damn near all of our classes together, so we were cool..so I thought..
One day during PE, we are standing in our numbered space and I was talking to someone else, well Ricky proceeds to assume I was talking about him, and at first I was hella confused, so I'm like no I wasn't talking about you, you tripping. Obviously that didn't make him happy, because this boy up and stole on me with his baseball mit...all up in my face
only thing I remember doing..besides crying like a baby
was hitting him hard on the shoulder.
As we were being suspended for two days, I was bawling out of control..trying to plead my innocense and I think that must have touched Rickys sensitive side, because he started to appologize for my new basketball size head.
It wasn't until our freshmen year did I finally forgive him, once he professed his love for me
..after that..that was my homie for life.