Archive for April, 2013
I remember once when I was 14, I had gotten my ass kicked rather soundly for coming home late from wrestling practice. It occurred at the back door to the house I was living in at the time, my two friends from the team were with me, standing off to the side. I can remember glancing at them from the ground and noting that one of them had pissed his pants… they were both literally incapacitated with … fear? Shock? The overall emotion I carried away from that was empathy… or maybe sympathy… or pity. They did not deserve that, and had no fucking idea what to do.
And immediately on the heels of that was the relief that one of them had pissed his pants, because it would likely have gotten spread all around at school otherwise.