Lets see the mob story.
5th grade...walking to school...i am told the news that the meanest teacher in history is dead.
As I walk along I sing "ding dong the witch is dead, the wicked witch is dead", just to myself.
I walk to the fence and put my books down, turn around, and every single kid in the school is shoving and pushing and screaming obscinities at me.
I go into the school and the 300 pound chain smoking phys ed teacher lifts me by my
shoulders slams my head into the wall and says "keep your opinions to yourself" (if he wasn't dead today I'd go back and chase him around with a bat until he choked on his own fat heart).

So those few days were a mob of insane kids deciding brutality is the way to mourn.

Forward to must have been seventh grade. I take my little brother trick or treating, quickly adorning myself in my nerd outfit, it was really good. 1 block from my house, we hear Thud, Thud, Thud, Smash, Shatter, Raaaaaaaaaaaargh. Hundreds of inner city children from the other town are rioting through the streets to beat and mame and steal candy, throwing rocks, bricks, pipes, bottles on the way. I somehow managed to back yard hop my brother and myself back home without getting caught.

Forward to 1987. One big mouth underclassman makes a comment, i comment back, he tells his friends, creates a racial incident out of nothing. I somehow settle that. Days later some other kid starts a fight with me out of the blue on account of this other little snot, I whip his ass. A week later he does it again, this time I really beat him, with a locker hook, he ends up needing stitches.

For the next few months I'm attacked by upper classmen at every turn, I'm hunted/tracked miles from my house and jumped from behind..it was insanity. Even more insane. I get off the school bus and 100 kids are waiting to attack me, 100!!!! Luckily my dad is there, we go to the school disciplinarian, he says go to the police, police say go to the school. I start carrying fist knives since no one who is supposed to keep this stuff under control will do anything.
I don't know how these kids are raised but they are all mental.

Forward another few months. I'm walking out of school, I trip on one of my best friends feet.
Guess she had her period, because she goes from best friend to squeeling to her skin head boyfriend that I tried to trip her or some nonsense. So then I have the entire New Jersey Skin Head Nazi Battallion on thehunt for me. I get an ultimatum, I can fight them and join or I can be hunted and killed. Gee Somehow they don't ever get around to that. When I see some of these guys again they are like "oh hey man we aren't skins anymore"...duuuu-uuh.

I don't know is it just Polish kids with the mentality? Is it the alcohol they drink too much of?
I went to school with freaks.

A little side note...the kid that took the brutal bashing with the hook. A year later I stole his girlfriend...no idea it was his girlfriend until I was dating the girl already. Actually she gave me her number and I played hard to get ..at first. But it was Ironic. Years later in college I run into this guy waiting for a bus, he's got a guitar so I invite him to our Student Art Guild ..we are throwing a big multi-media event on my birthday. Then I recognize him, and mention the bad old days and he apologizes for all that. I ask why the hell he started that stuff up and he replies "I don't know man, I was just an a--hole back then"...guess maybe someone else beat some more sense into him.


Bad luck? I don't know. Doing something wrong? Not a thing. Unless walking to the store to buy an album is wrong, or going to a movie is wrong, or getting a cup of coffee is wrong, paying rent is wrong, or trick or treating is wrong, or sticking up for myself is wrong.

Actually that sticking up for myself and my friends got me busted up alot. I can't tell you how many times I got beat down for defending my best friend when they called him "faggot", and then he ended up being gay after all.

Thing is in this little ethnic community the Polish always held vendetta's and attacked in groups.
If one little snot got his face beaten out, he'd get the whole team after me.
And as far as I could tell everytime anyone immigrated here the rest of them said "if you want to not get beat up everyday you have to go beat up Griff"...cause every new kid just came out of the blue with an attack. For real. I'd be walking home talking happy happy with them one day, next day they'd be jumping me and beating on me. Even kids I was in the middle of group science projects with.
I can just imagine:
Kid A: "you know what he said about you?"
Kid B: "no what"
Kid A: "he said your a loser homosexual and your mother sleeps with goats"
Kid B: "Rraaaargh KIll Kill Kill Kill"

Indeed kids are evil like that.

Considering violence in my adult life has been regulated down to a just a few
instances of extreme madness. Considering I've lived where gun fire was a common
thing, I'm lucky not to have caught any bullets and never had a broken bone in all my
glorious violent moments.

Hmm reminds me...my friend and I went for a pizza, and 15 feet in front of us watched
a guy turned into a bloody mess before our eyes, the assailant vanishing in a flash.
Wasn't until we walked up to him that it dawned on us what we had just witnessed.
His white trash girlfriend comes screaming out of the bar, "yeah just walk away..." followed by cursing. Hey..neither of us were doctors, we couldn't identity the assailant, looked to me like a "you owe me money for drugs, or slept with my wife" kind of beating. I mean it was a sports car that the assailant drove away in.

Man...what a life.

Thank god the armed services and police are there to protect us.
Maybe homeland security will get my ex-employer to stop bouncing paychecks
and sending me false tax documents. Yeah, sure.

Well I have to go teach my daughter
ninja skills to get ready for day care in a few years.

Stay safe.