I've always seen these redneck fights
at weddings on trashy t.v.,
and I've always doubted that they really exist.
Well, they do.
You should have seen the guy
strut his stuff
afterwards,
marching around
with his chest puffed out.
There wasn't a seat that could
contain him.
He was a young buck,
maybe 28 or 29,
and he definitely got the best of
his first opponent.
He pushed him to the ground,
shoved his face into the dirt,
and cursed him out,
threatening his life
before the real brawl erupted.
In fact, the other guy was so scared
that he peed his pants.
Then again,
what 4 year old child
wouldn't.
Yes,
yes,
4 years old.
The child cut in line in front of his kid on the playground.
So, he viciously attacked the boy
to teach him a lesson.
Much to my relief, the other boy's father
was also nearby,
was no longer just watching,
was much bigger,
and was not a pacifist.
He was very willing,
and very capable,
of turning the previous teacher
into the student,
and turning the situation
into a new lesson,
carried out in the subject of anatomy
of some very specific facial bones.
Sometimes
a boy just needs to know
that his father will always protect him.
Sometimes
it's the only cure for wet pants.
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damn jake.
good stuff.
what you just explained was the real life vision of what Brody's roar would look like if it were describable much like King Leonidas
uh....i guess my new name is jack...what the heck??
how did that happen?
its me. its pegg. i said that.
again i say,
damn jake. good stuff
jake....you inspire me to be a better writer and a more creative communicator...i love these short little stories/poems...keep them coming and soon enough we will put a book together and it will sell millions of copies!
Jack, thanks for your inspiration!
oh how i wish this story was not so true
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