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Speaking of family, one day Jerry (the queer) and Vic (the redneck) got in a fight. After trying to sleep through it I decided to go break it up. As I\'m opening my bedroom door, I hear Jerry say \"(something), you redneck.\" Vic replied with \"f$%k you, f$%$%t!\" Jerry, (age 21?) charged Vic (16?), and Vic charged him as well. It looked like a head on collision between a logtruck and a Jetta (with a rainbow sticker on the back).
Mom told me to break it up before Jerry wound up in the hospital. Then she got pissed at me because I replied with \"Holy shit, that was a beautiful hit!\"
Next thing I see, Vic punched Jerry in the forehead. His head hits the floor, and bounces back up. You know what a speedbag is? Well, Vic was using Jerry\'s head as one. After having his head bounce off the floor about a half-dozen times Jerry got free, only to be pinned again. But to be fair, he had Vic pinned too. Vic had this somewhat evil look on his face (Mom said it reminded her of me, when Jerry was learning not to f$%k with me), and the look on Jerry\'s face was clearly asking \"what do I do now?\"
So, since the (one-sided) football game turned boxing match got to a boring part, I finally decided to break it up. I broke the hold, tossed Jerry one way and Vic the other. Evidently, Vic wasnt thinking, and he wasnt finished, because it seemed he was willing to try getting through me. One word, \"Don\'t,\" stopped him where he was standing.
I told them to save it for a time I wasn\'t trying to sleep.
I had just dozed off, and Jerry started running that f$%king mouth again. I cant make out what he or Vic is saying, but I catch the end of something Jerry said.
\"...you think you can kick my ass.\" What a f$%king moron. As much as I wanted to watch, I needed sleep. So theyre fighting in the front yard and I\'m on my way back to bed. Mom stops me.
\"Arent you going to break them up?\"
\"Nope.\"
\"Why not?\"
\"Why doesn\'t Jerry f$%k with me?\"
\"Because everytime he did, he got his ass kicked.\"
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\"But Vic\'s gonna put him in the hospital!\"
\"Well, maybe he\'ll learn faster this time.\"
I dont know what she said to that, but she said it to my bedroom door. I was f$%king tired, and probably asleep before my head hit the pillow.
When I woke up, about three hours later, Jerry and Vic weren\'t home. About the time I was going to ask if Vic was in jail, with jerry in ER, Vic came through the door and sat down like nothing had happened.
\"Where\'s Jerry?\"
\"He left.\"
\"For good?\"
\"No.\"
\"Damn.\"
\"Dude! Did you see me tackle him?\"
\"Hell, yeah! That was f$%king awsome!\"
We went on talking about the fight as if it was a boxing match that we won a shitload of money on. A great example of male bonding.
Now, I\'ve never had any formal hand to hand training. And other than wrestling (ok, I\'ll admit, I actually say rasslin) around in the yard, Vic and JR havent had any H2H training. We can all kick Jerry\'s ass without breaking a sweat. Katie, my 12 year old sister, could probably do the same soon, if not already. She has before though, but she had a weapon. When she was still in diapers, she broke a glass bottle by smacking Jerry upside the head with it. He didnt pick on her for a long time.
The saddest part? Jerry took martial arts for over a year. I\'m not sure what style (tae kwon do - I think). After our last brawl (long ago), while he was in the superninja fetal postion on the floor, I told him he should get a refund. He didnt think it was funny. He moved in with a friend of his the next day.
Then Mom let him move back in, after a year or so of peace. I\'m still pissed about that.