I was at the theater I worked at and when I went outside, a group of kids were waiting for me. They asked me if a bike, in their possesion, was familiar to me. They accused me of stealing it. I said whatever and rode off on my skateboard. One of them started running up beside me, so I said that if I stole it, why do they have it? He put his foot in front of my wheels and made me fall to the ground. What came out of my mouth was, "Fucker!" but before I even got up they were running away. I see the kid who tripped me every week or so at school and just want to smash his face in. The only thing that can suppress my anger is condescendingly pitying them as fools who'll be working minimum wage.