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......When I was in 6th grade or 7th grade I had some issue with some girls. I have no idea of the circumstances but I remember following these 2 girls into a deserted lunch room, all of us dressed in our blue knee socks and plaid catholic school uniforms, and me yelling at them, “YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME, MOTHERFUCKER?” I was about 4 foot six, weighed maybe 70 lbs wet. And they just froze and stared at me like deer in headlights or mountain lions in Yosemite. Who is this crazy girl and what do we do now? Oh god I wish I grew up in the age of technology and someone had filmed it on their phone so you could all get to see it and laugh as hard as I am laughing right now remembering it in my head. I have no idea how the issues resolved but I think we were all friends at some point in the semester.
My one and only real fight was classically at CBGBs in the early 90’s, Dramarama was playing. A woman (who shall remain nameless) was mad at me because, quite frankly, I slept with her man. She followed me down to the bathroom and started yelling at me and I forewent the rules listed above and spoke to her with attitude, but in a quite tone to demonstrate my inner strength. I did not feel like standing there and being yelled at, so I walked away. I figured if I did not participate but rather showed how uninterested I was, she would give up. Wrong. (Note to self: do not try to hurt lion’s feelings by ignoring him.)
A little later I was standing on the sidewalk outside the club and she came charging towards me. She had a good 9 inches on me and was maybe 35 lbs heavier than my 5 foot nothing 96 pound frame. The woman kept yelling at me so I turned my back to, to demonstrate my disrespect. I was uncomfortable and just wanted her to go away but she would not. She was determined to have my attention so she pushed me.
I told her rather emphatically to keep her fucking hands off of me but she went to push me again so I swung to punch her in the face and I found myself in a fight which seemed unattractive, but necessary. My punch didn’t land well so I re-gathered myself and swung again and landed it. The beautiful irony was that I was wearing a chunky gold ring that said L-O-V-E in the style of the famous Robert Indiana sculpture (you know the one, the L and the O on top of the V and the E). The ring drew blood! The fight was broken up very fast by bystanders. She had knocked my black wool hat onto the ground and pulled my hair and I had left her with a bloody face, that was the extent of the damage done....
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