Twosday Hurting You Hurts Me
Tell us about two times you hurt somebody: one time you meant to, and one time you didn't.
Well, for a time I meant to hurt somebody, I was out drinking with some girl friends when some guy who thought he was king of the world came over and started trying to chat us up. We shut him down quickly, but it turned out he didn't take rejection well -- he started going on about us being total bitches, my pal Katy told him to shove that attitude up his ass, and -- well, he grabbed her arm in a way that suggested he was going to do something nasty to her.
Five seconds later, he found out I know karate when I knocked him on his ass. Got all of us kicked out of the club we were at, but it was worth it.
The time I didn't mean to hurt somebody actually has to do with my karate skills too. Our teacher had me spar a little with a fellow student to practice our moves. Everything was going well until I misjudged a kick and landed a pretty solid blow in the guy's jaw. Fortunately he wasn't too badly hurt -- the worst of it ended up being a nasty bruise -- but damn was that a scary moment. I nearly quit the class. Glad I didn't, of course. . .
Well, for a time I meant to hurt somebody, I was out drinking with some girl friends when some guy who thought he was king of the world came over and started trying to chat us up. We shut him down quickly, but it turned out he didn't take rejection well -- he started going on about us being total bitches, my pal Katy told him to shove that attitude up his ass, and -- well, he grabbed her arm in a way that suggested he was going to do something nasty to her.
Five seconds later, he found out I know karate when I knocked him on his ass. Got all of us kicked out of the club we were at, but it was worth it.
The time I didn't mean to hurt somebody actually has to do with my karate skills too. Our teacher had me spar a little with a fellow student to practice our moves. Everything was going well until I misjudged a kick and landed a pretty solid blow in the guy's jaw. Fortunately he wasn't too badly hurt -- the worst of it ended up being a nasty bruise -- but damn was that a scary moment. I nearly quit the class. Glad I didn't, of course. . .