I’ve just SLAMMED 8 BEERS BRO, ON SKYPE, TO MY IRL FRIEND. I did this within about 35minutes. I already feel quite drunk now, half life of alcohol is about 30minutes so the effects of the glory should only become greater (half life three confirmed?).
Anyway, I understand where you’re coming from. I’m from England and it’s like fucking Florida heat right now. Well, not Florida heat if it was I’d probably in hopistal (no air conditioning).
But it’s really fucking hot anyway. Sooooo.. I was sitting here depressed but not technically depressed, probably just needed a coffee. So I thought ‘fuck this shit’, started drinking beer.
But, I relate to that feeling. Everybody says OMG MY CHILDHOOD WAS AWESOME, and we can all look back on that shit like YEAH FUCKING BRILLIANT WASNT IT MATE… but in reality, if we had to go to work right now, not getting paid for it, only got our pocket money, which is barely enough to buy weed and ciggies.. e cigs arent online yet and although beer used to be £5 for 8cans of carlsberg, which was enough to get me proper drunk lol, now a crate is like £7.50 for 15carlsberg bottles, which a redditor might say is about the same.. and I could swig of my mums alcohol anyway so LETS NOT GET TECHNICAL ABOUT THIS ANYWAY.
Sitting there in glass, rubbing the rubber on your knuckles thinking ‘I hate these dick heads around me’ and ‘I hate being here’, I can relate to that. You were just mature beyond your years.
I remember there was this huge fuck off goth in our school. I threw quite a heavy book I found in a cubpard behind me when the teacher wasn’t in the room and it hit his head with the loudest sound LOL. He picked up, looked at me proper angry, then looked at everybody else (I threw it from an angle which I think his brain automatically made the distinction that it was me – which was why he looked at me first), but then he looked around at everybody else like ‘who the fuck did this’, then he just dropped it on the floor next to him and went back to scribbling into his work book.
The same kid, another time we had a strict teacher who put me at the front and he was behind me. I turned around and he was holding his pencil like you’d stab down on a knife to cut into an animals hide to skin it (for lack of a better description) and just running it all over the paper.
That kid should not have been in a normal school.
Anyway.. I understand him now, and I understand you as well doing that with a rubber. Great story man please tell me more about some of the fucked up shit you did in school. I want to be ur friend IRL.