Post by DiOGee on Oct 19, 2022 1:33:25 GMT -5
Cindy something or another. Her last name wasn't really important because most of us called her 'Cindyblock'. The girl was built like a stack of cinder blocks at a construction site. Linebacker didn't quite cover it although she knocked a few of the Football team around in those days as well. This ain't about them though, this is the story of who I would fight right now, alive or unalive. You might not know her but allow me to tell you a tale..
I can't remember the year but I was midway through 8th grade. Living anywhere in Atlanta had its struggles but I was always on my hustle. Passing out flyers for shows, clubs, whatever paid, I was out there putting paper on cars and in folks hands. It paid well for a punk kid. Better than a paper route. So I kept change on me.. My legal name being Cashe, I always had people taking their shot at robbing the white kid named after currency. I learned to fight or flight real quick.
That day? I was feeling pretty high on myself. I walked into the cafeteria for lunch with shades on and a limp to the walk that went hand in hand with how cool I felt. Cindy and I had seen each other, knew who the other was but we left the other alone. I think maybe a hello or nod when we would pass in the halls but nothing more than that.
Until that day..
I just sat down with my tray. I think they had Taco Salad that day, greasy as fuck but that shit was good! Minding my own business when I heard someone scream my name. "Cashe!" They yelled. It sounded more like a growled voice. I knew it was me they were calling for because I was the only kid named Cashe regardless of spelling. I used to spell it Kash with a K because I was a punk kid and the K referenced Killa and.. Yeah, don't judge me.
Anyways..
It was Cindy. Yelling my name from across the lunchroom like I owed her money. Everyone went quiet. You remember Baby D from Next Friday? This was Baby D and Deebo's Daughter. Like I said though, I was feeling myself that day so I nodded as she approached, swallowing the food I had in my mouth. People were listening, watching, expecting something to pop off. I was oblivious to this at that moment.
"Do you have a date for the Dance?" She asks me. I didn't attend dances, there was always some other shit going on. I never had school spirit. So my quick response was a shoulder shrug and then.
"Nope."
She says. "Now you do."
What I should have done was read the room. Recognize that she was hovering over me but she was bigger than shit and usually hovered over most of us in Middle School. If I had taken more time to analyze everything, I'd have beat that bitch with my lunch tray.. Yet my mouth spoke first.
"With who, you?" I probably scoffed as if it was something of a joke and not a serious statement. I was made more aware as I got lifted off my seat at the lunch table! This big bitch yanked me up like I was stuffed with stuffing and used as a teddy bear.. She wanted to use me as a teddy bear!
People laughed. I remember a few gasps. The kids that she usually spent time bullying took off running as if judgement day had begun. "Why you gotta do the white boy like that?" A voice called out, I remember that because that teacher didn't do shit but watch this take place.
"With me. Yes. We're going together!" The grip she had on the collar of my shirt tightened. At that moment, everything paused. I knew I had two choices.
Fight Her
Date Her
So we dated for a few days.. My friends dogged me. Passing period was a game of hide n go seek because this girl was scary! Snatching me towards her out of nowhere to give her a hug. She punched a chick on day two because I asked her for a pencil during class.
The dance was two weeks away. She showed up at my house 30 minutes after school everyday. My Mom loved her but my Mom just enjoyed seeing me harassed. Dreadful women, another story for later..
After day four, I was building up the words to handle it. To tell her off and end this shit before it blossomed into a full blown fungus! I wasn't sure if I wanted people around or to do it alone. Which was safer.. For me? I planned to do it that Saturday at the Roller Rink.
That didn't exactly work out. She skates really fast.. I hesitated. By the time Wednesday rolled around, I was ready. I just went for it. She was in Math class and I burst into the class. Everyone snapped their eyes on me and just as the teacher started to ask questions. I threw up a 'Talk to the Hand' to halt the teacher and looked across the room at Cindyblock. She let a smile fill her face as I spoke, she must have thought this was a declaration of love.
"One minus One is better for me. I'm subtracting you, it is no longer you plus me. We DONE bitch!"
I stood proud. Chest stuck out. Chin held high. It was like slow motion though as I watched her smile fade from her face. Then there was noises, crashes, screams as her desk exploded into pieces. Maybe that's an exaggeration but for a big girl, she moved like a high flyer. I swear she walked over desks and kids.
I must have said "Oh shit!" and the teacher didn't know how to react. I stumbled back, turning to grab the doorknob and leave. My life was on the line. I have looked down the barrel of guns and put the fear of god in people and in her eyes, that day, I seent a darkness I was probably not prepared for at the time..
I felt that if I could get into the open hallway, I was as good as gone. She couldn't catch me. Again, I got good at knowing how to fight or being fast enough to take flight. Cindy had other ideas, she grabbed a backpack as she gave chase. I slipped a little sliding into the hallway and it was empty but Cindy whipped that backpack across the floor and it swept me up from behind. I bet she has a damn good bowling average..
I crashed and burned. I tried to get to my feet and she collided into me like I had decided to go Run with the Bulls. I tried to defend myself as she sat on me and swung away. I could feel the wetness of either tears or sweat, probably both as it dripped down into my face. I bucked, shoved, reached up and pinched her nipple in what was no doubt my first purpler nurple given. It worked! She roared and leapt off of me, kicked me to the stomach as I curled up into a ball on the floor.
At that point every student from every class were out in the hallway. Hooting and hollering as kids do in a fight. At least back in the 90s. Teachers were doing the same, not one of them tried to break it up. It was over and looking back now, it was like I got jumped out of a gang I never wanted to join.
To be fair? I toughened up after that. I have faced killers, thugs, murderers, mobsters and without Cindy? Maybe I wouldn't have survived that first situation after, where death was an option. What's funny though is I think she started dodging me after that.. I barely saw her anymore. I did see that she found a replacement. A little guy. I was told that she did him as she did me and he just nodded. I hear they have like 5 kids now.. Poor guy…
So in conclusion. If I could fight anyone, dead or alive, famous or non-famous? It would be CindyBlock from 8th Grade Middle School.
I would walk up to her front door and PUNCH her in the smile bones as she recognized my name being said. If her children ran to the door? I would flip them off and tell them she had it coming. YEARS overdue!
I wish I could remember her last name.. Bully ass bitch…"
I can't remember the year but I was midway through 8th grade. Living anywhere in Atlanta had its struggles but I was always on my hustle. Passing out flyers for shows, clubs, whatever paid, I was out there putting paper on cars and in folks hands. It paid well for a punk kid. Better than a paper route. So I kept change on me.. My legal name being Cashe, I always had people taking their shot at robbing the white kid named after currency. I learned to fight or flight real quick.
That day? I was feeling pretty high on myself. I walked into the cafeteria for lunch with shades on and a limp to the walk that went hand in hand with how cool I felt. Cindy and I had seen each other, knew who the other was but we left the other alone. I think maybe a hello or nod when we would pass in the halls but nothing more than that.
Until that day..
I just sat down with my tray. I think they had Taco Salad that day, greasy as fuck but that shit was good! Minding my own business when I heard someone scream my name. "Cashe!" They yelled. It sounded more like a growled voice. I knew it was me they were calling for because I was the only kid named Cashe regardless of spelling. I used to spell it Kash with a K because I was a punk kid and the K referenced Killa and.. Yeah, don't judge me.
Anyways..
It was Cindy. Yelling my name from across the lunchroom like I owed her money. Everyone went quiet. You remember Baby D from Next Friday? This was Baby D and Deebo's Daughter. Like I said though, I was feeling myself that day so I nodded as she approached, swallowing the food I had in my mouth. People were listening, watching, expecting something to pop off. I was oblivious to this at that moment.
"Do you have a date for the Dance?" She asks me. I didn't attend dances, there was always some other shit going on. I never had school spirit. So my quick response was a shoulder shrug and then.
"Nope."
She says. "Now you do."
What I should have done was read the room. Recognize that she was hovering over me but she was bigger than shit and usually hovered over most of us in Middle School. If I had taken more time to analyze everything, I'd have beat that bitch with my lunch tray.. Yet my mouth spoke first.
"With who, you?" I probably scoffed as if it was something of a joke and not a serious statement. I was made more aware as I got lifted off my seat at the lunch table! This big bitch yanked me up like I was stuffed with stuffing and used as a teddy bear.. She wanted to use me as a teddy bear!
People laughed. I remember a few gasps. The kids that she usually spent time bullying took off running as if judgement day had begun. "Why you gotta do the white boy like that?" A voice called out, I remember that because that teacher didn't do shit but watch this take place.
"With me. Yes. We're going together!" The grip she had on the collar of my shirt tightened. At that moment, everything paused. I knew I had two choices.
Fight Her
Date Her
So we dated for a few days.. My friends dogged me. Passing period was a game of hide n go seek because this girl was scary! Snatching me towards her out of nowhere to give her a hug. She punched a chick on day two because I asked her for a pencil during class.
The dance was two weeks away. She showed up at my house 30 minutes after school everyday. My Mom loved her but my Mom just enjoyed seeing me harassed. Dreadful women, another story for later..
After day four, I was building up the words to handle it. To tell her off and end this shit before it blossomed into a full blown fungus! I wasn't sure if I wanted people around or to do it alone. Which was safer.. For me? I planned to do it that Saturday at the Roller Rink.
That didn't exactly work out. She skates really fast.. I hesitated. By the time Wednesday rolled around, I was ready. I just went for it. She was in Math class and I burst into the class. Everyone snapped their eyes on me and just as the teacher started to ask questions. I threw up a 'Talk to the Hand' to halt the teacher and looked across the room at Cindyblock. She let a smile fill her face as I spoke, she must have thought this was a declaration of love.
"One minus One is better for me. I'm subtracting you, it is no longer you plus me. We DONE bitch!"
I stood proud. Chest stuck out. Chin held high. It was like slow motion though as I watched her smile fade from her face. Then there was noises, crashes, screams as her desk exploded into pieces. Maybe that's an exaggeration but for a big girl, she moved like a high flyer. I swear she walked over desks and kids.
I must have said "Oh shit!" and the teacher didn't know how to react. I stumbled back, turning to grab the doorknob and leave. My life was on the line. I have looked down the barrel of guns and put the fear of god in people and in her eyes, that day, I seent a darkness I was probably not prepared for at the time..
I felt that if I could get into the open hallway, I was as good as gone. She couldn't catch me. Again, I got good at knowing how to fight or being fast enough to take flight. Cindy had other ideas, she grabbed a backpack as she gave chase. I slipped a little sliding into the hallway and it was empty but Cindy whipped that backpack across the floor and it swept me up from behind. I bet she has a damn good bowling average..
I crashed and burned. I tried to get to my feet and she collided into me like I had decided to go Run with the Bulls. I tried to defend myself as she sat on me and swung away. I could feel the wetness of either tears or sweat, probably both as it dripped down into my face. I bucked, shoved, reached up and pinched her nipple in what was no doubt my first purpler nurple given. It worked! She roared and leapt off of me, kicked me to the stomach as I curled up into a ball on the floor.
At that point every student from every class were out in the hallway. Hooting and hollering as kids do in a fight. At least back in the 90s. Teachers were doing the same, not one of them tried to break it up. It was over and looking back now, it was like I got jumped out of a gang I never wanted to join.
To be fair? I toughened up after that. I have faced killers, thugs, murderers, mobsters and without Cindy? Maybe I wouldn't have survived that first situation after, where death was an option. What's funny though is I think she started dodging me after that.. I barely saw her anymore. I did see that she found a replacement. A little guy. I was told that she did him as she did me and he just nodded. I hear they have like 5 kids now.. Poor guy…
So in conclusion. If I could fight anyone, dead or alive, famous or non-famous? It would be CindyBlock from 8th Grade Middle School.
I would walk up to her front door and PUNCH her in the smile bones as she recognized my name being said. If her children ran to the door? I would flip them off and tell them she had it coming. YEARS overdue!
I wish I could remember her last name.. Bully ass bitch…"