It was the eighth grade. I was standing outside of art class and some mexican kid who I had never spoken too before walks out of the bathroom with wet hands and flicks water in my face. Then a teacher showed up and ushered us into art class.

I sat at the other side of the room fuming and he looked up at me and gave me the finger.

I walked to the sink that was next to his chair under the pretense off washing paint of my hands. Being the fine southern gentlemen that I am I politley informed him that I was going to kick his ass after school. He said he was going to kick my mommas ass after school

I punched him square in the face about five times and he turned to run away. I grabbed the back of his shirt and punched him the back of the head countless times for about thirty seconds straight. End of fight.