As many of you know I have been "fat" my whole life. In fact, I am smaller (lighter) now than I was in the 9th grade.
The incedent happend in my Junior year in highschool. You see, there are not many things for kids to do with their spare time here in the summer. So, we would hang out on "Central Avenue" in downtown Great Falls. I would bring my beatup 1957 Chevy Appache pickup (old farm truck with steel i-beams for bumpers)down and me and some buddies would sit in the back checking out the "cruizers." These "cruizers" were typically kids that had mom's car and mom's gas. I couldn't afford to gas up the old Chevy for cruizing the drag.
So, we all had arch rivals or nemisis' in school. Right? You know, the jerk that would make your life a living hell. One such guy for me was Jason. On the night in question, Jason kept cruizing by in mommy's Lincoln shouting the "FAT BOY" comments. After a while his buddies joined in too.
Well, had few brews and some wicked weed in me. I was primed, cocked and loaded.
The next time Jason came by, I had enough. I pulled out right behind him. Followed for a few blocks. Then at a "T" intersection with railroad tracks right in front of him with a stop sign, I FLOORED IT! I hit his mommy's car doing 30MPH! I didn't stop until they were high centered on the tracks. Then I backed up and hit them at an angle spining the car a bit sideways. A whole life's worth of frustrations, anger, and pent up aggression came pouring out as I rammed them with my truck. "Explain this to mommy you jerk!"
We got out and pulled them from the car. 3 of us, 5 of them. An a$$ whooping insued. Then we got back in the truck and then went back to Central.
I was really paranoid waiting for the cops to come and pick me up. They never did. You see, he and his buddies were all liquered up too.
The next week in school, good old Jason looked like crap. He kept his mouth shut.
By the end of the year, we were friends. Not great friends, but did hang out quite a bit. Oh, he never did get to take mommy's car cruzing again.