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Okay, so I went to the semi-local mall to look at pretty things as I often do. Now, please keep in mind: I'm not small. If not for medical conditions I could be a quarterback with great ease. Tall, broad freakin' shoulders and decent muscle build (for now). Walkin' around in a black tank-top and Tripp-pants that I'd removed the bottoms from 'cause I figured if I was going to pay $60.00 for freakin' PANTS they better turn into shorts too. And black shoes; just basic work shoes. Both ears gauged (16) and long hair spiked in the front (kinda does that on its own). Just walking.

So I turn a corner and there's this little emo kid with ABERCROMBIE AND FITCH on but the slicked black hair, lip ring, look on his face like he slit his wrist and it didn't work and pants damn near to his knees. So many things wrong with this picture/kid, but those are other rants. He'd with a chick about two feet taller then her and about double his waistline. She's at least wearing the traditional punk clothes that mother f*cking emos have disgraced. The moment we walk past her there was this moment where time stopped and the lil' s**t looked to me and said flat out, "You're a f**." Assuming he didn't mean bundle of sticks I got pissed. So I whipped around and picked the kid up by his collar and he looked at me like I were a speeding semi. Kinda made me feel special, y'know? His girlfriend, being the loyal individual she was...ran off. I never saw her again. The conversation went as following:

"Sorry, what the hell did you call me?"
"(Stuttering) N-n-n-othing!"
"Bullsh*t; I'm not f*ckin' deaf. Try again."
"I was just kidding!"
"Kidding about what? Honestly I have all day and mall security ain't coming."
"About what I said!"
"And what was it you said? C'mon, I like specifics."
"I'm sorry I called you a f**; leave me alone!"
"Well I bet you are sorry! I bet you're real damn sorry! - that you got caught."
"This is gay!"

At that point I was pissed; kid seemed real ignorant, y'know? Continuing:

"Again you make an ignorant comment! Hell do you have against gays!?"
"Nothing!"
"Then why the f*ck are you calling me a f** and saying a bad thing, to you, is gay?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
"'Course you don't. Don't even your where your pants go! Look. Keep it up with these sneaky comments and you're gonna piss off someone that WILL kick your a**, if not throw you over the balcony. Watch. Your. MOUTH."
"Okay I'm sorry mister!"

So I let him go. Because I saw mall security. But my size 15 1/2 foot was more then enough to pin his foot down. And I continued:

"It's your type that pisses me off most of all; not a damn one of you knows what the hell's coming out of your mouths and you think attempts of belittling random strangers is fun. When I was 12, I thought it was fun too. Then I had my a** knocked unconscious. Lucky for you I'm 20 and can't be beating on minors. You are a minor, right?
"I don't know, I'm 17...is that a minor?"
"Yes, dumbass, it is. I doubt you're gonna take ANY of this to heart, but I had fun trying. Now run off to your girl."

I then released his foot and he nodded a lot like an idiot.

"Okay sorry, thanks for not hurting me. ...Where did she go?"
"Last I saw she ran towards the exit."
"AGAIN!?"

At that point he ran off and I was left wondering what exactly "again" meant. Then I bought a pepsi and left. The moral of this story: Watch what you say, people! ESPECIALLY YOU, YOU UNDERAGE PIECES OF ***** ******** **** ******* ****** ****!