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Ray “The Hair Lip” and Big Sandra
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My son has started to take jiu-jitsu and MMA lessons—he’s six. He likes it. I don’t want to force him into anything, but I want to be sure he can defend himself if he needs to. I don’t want him to be bullied.
When I was growing up, people were always fighting. One of the fights I remember most was in middle school when Ray-The-Hair-Lip fought Big Sandra. It’s funny now that I look at the names of the people I went to school with. We used nicknames based on the obvious, not to be mean, but just to make it simple—to clarify. For example Ray’s best friend was called Nine-and-a-Half. Nine-and-a-Half was named that because he only had nine-and-a-half fingers. He lost half his pointer finger in some sort of accident when he was a baby.
Ray-The-Hair-Lip was a Filipino kid we knew from the neighborhood, and of course he had a hair lip, and a speech impediment to go along with it. He was picked on, but who wasn’t? There were bullies who picked on bullies, no one went without getting harassed at some point.
Ray was a loud-mouth. Despite his impediment he ran his mouth non-stop. He called Big Sandra an ugly bitch, and that’s what got him knocked unconscious. Sandra was the biggest kid in school, she wasn’t fat. She was more like a black, Amazon goddess. Not only was she big, she was developed. I mean she had big boobs-the biggest-bigger than most of the teachers.
The sad thing was I think Ray was really in Love with Sandra and when she didn’t return his affection he did what any loud-mouthed eighth grader would do–he insulted her.
I remember Ray’s face when Sandra laughed at him when he called her ugly. He was enraged. He charged her, fists clenched. It was comical only because Sandra was so much bigger than ray, when he rushed her, his eyes were the same level as her enormous boobs. He had no chance of actually hitting her. Sandra snatched his collar and started spinning him around in a circle—round and round they went, like some awkward waltz, until Sandra ended it by spinning Ray into a pole, knocking him unconscious.
Ray-The-Hair-Lip was beaten by a pole and a six-foot black girl with enormous knockers.
I doubt my son will have the same problem as Ray (he better not). I don’t see it in him. I don’t want him to fight, but if the situation occurs, I want him to be able to defend himself, even if it’s against a black, Amazon goddess like Sandra.
Where did you go to school? It sounds like it was a tuff area.
I went to middle school with a kid named “Nigger” Mike. I’m not making this up. He wore a shirt to school every day that said “Nigger Mike” on it. No one ever made him take it off. Those were the good ol’ days, tough schools, with a lot of lessons to be learned. it was paradise. Plus I saw my first naked girl in the seventh grade–awesome. Education is not always in a classroom.
Now you have me wondering what they called you. It seems everyone had a nickname. What was yours?
MarK:
Do you remeber Katrice “The Atomic Dog”? Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yeh.
No I don’t remeber Katrice. Remind me of who she was.