Beatings

I was in high school, standing next to a trophy case in the hallway, when Misty (one of my friends I used to work with) came walking up with her arm full of spiral bound notebooks. She had a couple girlfriends with her, and she was upset because she was trying to get into some sort of contest with a business idea that she came up with - but she had been rejected. In fact, the people actually stole her idea and gave it to another girl.

She threw all of her notebooks into the trash can next to me, and ran away crying. I didn't wanna see her give up like that and accept defeat, so I grabbed all of them back out of the trash again. Some guy standing next to me grabbed one of them from my hands and started going through it. I was kinda annoyed because I wanted to be the one to help her out. And in fact, this guy was actually doing it because he liked her and knew that I did too - and he wanted to be a pain in my ass.

As he was leafing through the pages, he came across two tickets to a NASCAR race featuring Dale Earnhardt. He started to run after her, to tell her that they were still good, despite being dated for a race sometime in 1993. I snatched them out of his hand and told him that I wasn't going to let him bother her. He tried to grab at them again, struggling with me and the notebooks, and I pushed him against the wall and said "If you do that again I am going to stab you in the stomach with this pencil." Apparently my serious look and firm tone made him realize that I wasn't playing this time.

Being the ass that he was, he grabbed some of the notebooks from me anyway and started running down the hall. I grabbed him by the back of the shirt, spun him around, and knocked his feet out from under him. He fell down and I kicked him in the head twice, causing him to give up and hand the notebooks back. I guess he hadn't had enough though, because as I started to walk away he got up and came at me.

I did pretty much the same thing, tackling him by the legs and throwing him up in the air, flipping him around - and he landed on his head and hurt his neck. He was rolling around on the ground in pain, when a couple of his friends saw what I had done. His friends happened to be James Caan ("Eraser" era) and John Travolta ("Swordfish" era) James Caan came up to me and asked how I'd like it if someone did that same thing to me... and before I could say anything, John Travolta had knocked me to the ground and started twisting on my head.

I tried explaining to them what that guy had done, and that I just had neck surgery so they would likely kill me if they kept screwing with my head like that, but it didn't matter.

Spiders

I was in an old house I used to live in, on Hubert Ave here in town, and was sleeping upstairs when I noticed that I could see down into the basement through one of the heater vents. I decided to go downstairs into the basement, because it was a place where none of us ever went - and I wanted to see what else was down there.

I quickly made my way down the steps, walking through some spiderwebs at the bottom of the stairs. As soon as I did this, I realized that there were spiders hanging from all of the beams in the ceiling. I ducked to avoid them as they came down to attack me, but then I realized that having just walked through some webs - I probably already had some on me.

I started flinging my arms around, trying to shake off anything that might have already crawled on me - all the while, more and more spiders kept coming down from the beams to try to get me.

I picked up a pipe and started swinging at them as they dangled from their webs. Each time I'd hit one they'd explode in a little poof of liquid, and I managed to knock most of them away before escaping and running back upstairs, understanding now why we don't go down into the basement.