Ten Year Olds

So I got into a fight with a couple of ten year olds yesterday.

 

Here's how it all went down:

My little brother and I were at the library.
Little brother came to me and told me that some goddamned punks stole his card.
So I tracked them down
There were three kids
Told them to give my little brother the card back.

Seems like a simple enough transaction, right? I mean, they have nothing to lose by just giving back the card, right?

But it wasn't that simple.

One of the punks was remorseful right away. He told the other two to 'just give the card back.'
The other two were stubborn and refused.
The third just kept telling them to give the card back.
Then later, I found out that they hid it.

Didn't find the card. Library was closing. Gave the names of the kids to the librarians. It's in their hands now.

Anyway

As I was walking out, the two punks wanted to make themselves feel manly I guess, and to do that, they ran very far away, hid in the church parking lot way down the street, and started trying to goad me into a fight.

God.

A couple of ten year olds were trying to goad me into a fight.

And

I was a logger, not too long ago. Tumbling big logs out of the forest end over end because our s****y-rigged operation didn't have much equipment. So I'm fairly in shape, plus I'm several feet taller than these ten year olds.

As I was walking away, they started laughing and shouted, from their very far away vantage point, "That's right! Run!"

Jesus.

What the hell is wrong with humanity, when young a******s have a strange sort of diplomatic immunity and can walk around unafraid?

Okay, now I'm getting sidetracked.

Here's how the rest of the story went:*

I struck a heroic pose and shouted "Owenbot! Assemble!"

Then, gigantic robot parts flew down from outer space and built a gigantic, thousand foot tall robot. That I was piloting somehow.

Utilizing my robot, I mopped the floor with the ten year olds.



*May contain traces of lies.

 

Actually, I just walked away.

Been feeling emasculated today.

 

Ten year olds were challenging me to a fight! They saw no threat in me at all.

 

Ten year olds!

 

Woke up this morning and had to leave almost immediately to escape the house. Weekends are cruel.

 

Wore my ratty boots, tattered pants, and Harley Davidson shirt. I was in full costume. An image to ward off ten year old hooligans.

 

Sat on the hill for a while, there were flies everywhere. I didn't know why, but then I saw a dead shrew in the tall grass next to me. I kicked it off the hill, it flew very far and landed on the road below. But the flies stuck around.

Reviews

[lark]

best line in the history of the universe:
Owenbot! Assemble!
(given the context, of course)
(i want to see the herioc pose)


oh, owen...

i hope your weekend gets better.
mine's been bad too.


(a lot of your stories involve your little brother and the library... says something?)

[Hedra Helix]

you're a master at twisting emotion. i think its cos you just let yourself, which while i do too i dont think i give as effectively.

weekends are cruel huh? not forever.