mess with me??

I remember when people would mess with me.  It all started when I moved to Texas after second grade. I had been living in Louisville, Kentucky.  Anyways, I moved to a fairly big town in Texas called San Marcos.  It had the second biggest university in Texas.  Well, I ended going to a school that was mostly Mexicans.  Nothing against Mexicans of course.  We there was a group of Mexican kids in this school that didn't like white kids, and being one of three white kids in the school, and being new, I was their target.  They picked on me every day. They teased, they stole, and worst of all they hit me.  Well, being the patient person I was, I waited for it to end, and I waited, And i waited, and I waited.  I decided this wasn't going to end.  Then one afternoon, after a long, boring day, I was walking to this bus, and the leader of this group appeared like smoke.  Ok, not really.  Well, he thought it would be funny to show off in front of his friends, and so he walked up to me.  He put his arm on my shoulder, and said,"hey buddy, how was your day?  Wait, no one cares, 'cause no one likes you!" Then he slapped me in the face.  Well, I was getting tired of this, so I dropped my bag, and asked him to leave me alone.  That is when he took off his chain around his neck and hit me with it.  That was it, all I needed was a spark, and that was it.  There were two hits, I hit him, and he hit the ground.  All his friends backed off.  As 50 cent once said,"You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house, and you shouldn't run your mouth if you have a glass jaw!" and "hate it or love it, the underdogs come out on top!"  That was all the problems I had with those kids.  After that, I had set in my mind that I could fight my way out of all my problems. But I am wrong.  When I moved to Missouri, I still thought I had to be mister tough guy, but no, so you may be asking yourself, "Why does he try to be all 'Big and Bad' then?" Well the truth is, I don't want to be, But it is all I know, and all I remember.