i am starting to hate Sundays. i have the hardest time coming up with these good things to write about. Here is one that took me several hours to think of.
This doesn't seem very nice. But, remembering it makes me smile.
my friend Kathy had a brother named Randy. Randy teased me unmercifully, and would take what he could get as far as sex, but he had no tolerance for people being mean to me. So one day, Randy was after school for detention and i was there making up a typing test. Jackson had basketball practice. Towards the end of the evening we were standing around waiting for the activity bus. i can't remember what i did to annoy Jackson, it didn't take much. He smacked me and knocked me over one of the planters the school kept overflowing with flowers during the summer and fall and spring. i stayed down a minute in case he was working himself up for a really good beating. A few minutes later when i looked up, Randy had Jackson in a headlock and was punching him in the face. i knew this wouldn't help. i knew it would only make matters much worse. But, this time i felt no urge to stop him. i knew i would pay for it later, but just that moment i was content to watch. It was nice for somebody, anybody to say in any way that what was happening to me was wrong. i needed that. And, occasionally, someone would give it to me.
