Before I start, all of this is completely true and I am not doing this to be an internet tough guy. I might even just post a normal day in the life of what's happening to me on an average day. It will explain how everything happens and why.
1. Whilst practicing my front flips on a beach, where there where sand dunes I was front flipping off, I was doing my fourth front-flip and I landed on my chest, and my legs bent awkwardly behind my back. I got winded, and really hurt my back, and now it's painful to sit down or lie down, making sleeping impossible.
2. While trying to find where some friends where on my bike (scouting around town), some loving bunch of wankers (young drivers, about 19) in a car decided it would be funny to try push me off my bike when I was doing around 30km p/h down a hill. (I'm a dangerous cyclist and the hill was quite small)
So while they didn't manage to get me off my bike, the pure loving attempt to try knock me off my bike was to shout 90 decibels loud at them to 'forget OFF' and 'GET OFF THE loving ROAD!'. In the few seconds before this, I wished I had a knife or a rock I could throw through the window to teach them who controls the road. Lucky I didn't, because there were four of them and one of me. I feel bad for the older pedestrians who were watching, but I felt glad at their support of me shouting at them. I basically don't want loving richardhead drivers like that driving around.
3. (If you aren't interested in my pro gangster drug life, don't read. Interestingly enough, number 2 in my list happened across the road directly from where number 3 happened.)
Some travellers in a white van followed us* and tried to get some drugs off us. Knowing only my friend(Dan, that's not his real name btw) and Beardon, they asked them for a Joint of Marijuana or they'd try beat them up. Being the ignorant richards they were, even after they told them they had no Joints, they persisted to try get them, which involved this Brazillian dude getting out of the car and threatining to attack my friend, Dan, after telling me and Beardon to go away. Obviously we weren't going to leave Dan, so we tried to walk off. Dan did manage to convince them we had no weed, even though I was carrying five grams of the wacky-tobacky, they didn't find out, but the guy in the driver seat (there were three in the van, one guy said nothing though.) accused me of having it, and after saying to him "I'm just their friend, I don't even smoke the stuff", they left me alone.
4. My principal is a richardhead. He decides that it's his loving business to try close down a school I want to go to next year. (I'm already in secondary school, but my current school is stuff and the only reason I couldn't go to the other one is because it was an all girls school until recently.)
He goes to the bishop of something or other, and trys to convince him to leave the school all girls so he can have more pupils to himself. The other thing about this richardhead is he personally is trying to dive into my social life, and is trying to minimize me and stop me from doing anything. One day, when I had a school trip going on, he saw me wearing no school shoes and no school jumper (I had no school jumper. I had told him nearly 20 times that I could NOT GET ONE, even from lost and found because I have a big torso, and jumpers don't often fit me.) yet this bastard still tells me I have to have a school uniform on or I'm not going on the trip with my friends.
He also told me on this Friday OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL TIME to wear my uniform. I was so amazed at this cunts pure daring to do that to someone, I could only say "yes sir". I need to tell him that after school hours, "I wear what I want to wear, and to keep your loving nose out of my life."
Please point out grammar mistakes to me if I've made any.
Ahhh, it feels so good to tell a load of people this. I don't care if the feedback is good or bad, but at least make it honest, ok?
* Me,
Beardon, and Dan, who got me into drugs (partially) in the first place, and is a hardcore stoner.
