Don't Wanna Fight

Back in high school, I put on a brave front. I thought I was stronger than I was and sometimes, was stronger than I thought. I could typically put on an air of confidence and make it through any situation. However, there was one night where I quite possibly peed my pants in fear. A group of us had gone to a movie and then walked over to McDonald’s afterward. I don’t recall all the details, but do remember my friend Brad mouthing off to some random people, thinking he was funny. I’m not even sure what he said to them, but all I remember was a very large woman standing outside McDonald’s, yelling at me, “I may be 8 months pregnant, but I can still kick your ass!” I don’t think I have ever run so fast in my life. A hormonal, pregnant chick who is ballsy enough to be smoking in public would most likely not have any qualms about pummeling me into the pavement for something Brad had said. Punk.