Back in eighth grade there was a guy that used to bully me an awful lot. I didn’t mind it really, it was your usual teasing and annoying comments about my personal life. I had better things to care about throughout the year. When the end of the school year field day arrived this guy announced that it was his last day there as he was moving to another state. Again, I couldn’t care less. Towards the end of the day we were outside for lunch and getting ready for kickball. He was standing next to a bench with a couple of his goons and I approached him. I wanted to forgive him for being a dick the whole year, really. He glanced at me and said to his friends: “This right here gentlemen is the reason I’m moving, I couldn’t stand living here anymore knowing a dick-less (n word equivalent for hispanic people) lived here.” And suddenly I changed my mind, he had one of his legs lifted up onto the bench and the other on the ground, his crotch area fully exposed. So I waited a second, charged up a kick and slammed my foot directly into his balls. He fell to the ground screaming and I took off running as his goons started to come after me. They caught me just outside of school campus but just as they were about to start beating on me, a cop pulled over and asked what was goin’ on. I guess they had vapes in their pockets or something because they told the cop nothing was going on and they all disbanded, leaving me with the biggest smile on my face as I walked home from school early.