Thug Life
I wasn’t too much of a trouble maker during my years in school, but I think I knew how to adequately hand out little pieces of justice where it was deserved.
I wouldn’t go as far as putting thumbtacks on the chair of a rogue bully, but I would certainly switch someone’s chocolate milk with 2% if I knew they needed to be brought down a peg.
It was these sweet, little pieces of revenge that really made me excited, because they were usually things too small to get in any real trouble for, but satisfying enough to know that my enemies got a dose of their own medicine.
No one was off limits, not even the adults of the faculty. My teacher was being a total jerk so I switched the caps on all the sharpies. I didn’t choose the thug life. Permalink