I was sittin back today thinking about how fucked up my whole run at School was, and how I had no other choice but to drop out due to my lack of "motivation to perform" and I thinking back, I hated school, but some things were still good, like P.E. in 9th grade taking peeks into the girls locker room during "swimming" they had a back door that granted easy access to me and a few friends, and also putting the porno flick in the VCR during art class and watching the reaction of the class, but all in all I hated most everything about school, waking up early, being half asleep for the first half of school, having to sit through some no talent "art teacher" tell me that I shouldnt "draw things that promote violence", some hippy tree hugging teacher spit his nonsene towards the whole class and having to pick on those that deserved it, the people I picked on deserved every single second of it, they would all do something stupid that no one pointed out and dumb things that needed to be exploited and recognized, I had no choice, something about all those people made me do it, case in point this one young buster named "Matt Hoffman" the punk had the nerve to shine a lab light in my face thinking that I would be playfull with him, how wrong he was, a day afater that he bumped into me by accident, that was the turning point for his "school days" for weeks I challenged him to fight me, and he never did, than one day during lunch I corned him into a wall, once again challenging him to be a man and fight me, but I made him cry while shouting "hit me" and other things at him hoping to spark a small bit of manhood in him and allow me the pleasure of beating on him, but he never retaliated, he just sat there scared, so scared I could see the fear in him, didnt even wanna look me in the eye, all of that drove me to make his time at school hell, than he had to go mess up and tell the school police, that made things worse, I had no choice but to "turn up the volume" on him, but after all that I guess he sorta respected me I suppose, because I use to feed him this lie "Im not tryin' to punk you or nothing, Im just tryin to toughin you up" and he believed it, but the truth was, I enjoyed the fear in his eyes, the crackle of his voice, and the pure fun of it all, hmmmmm thinking back school wasnt that bad, and if I could do it all again I suppose Id change a few things....
