Italians! We know...LONG MEMORIES!

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Fucked with me in grammar school! My younger sister kicks your ass in banking.

Fourth grade, new neighborhood...my parents are SO HAPPY they got me into a Catholic grammar school! NOT IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD! WTF! I was perfectly happy in our neighborhood!
So I don't live in the neighborhood where I am going to school, and the neighborhood is predominantly Irish!! This is not going to end well...
 
Fourth grade is not memorable. In fifth grade, I won the local library writing contest...an outlier! I can't spell for shit!
 
Fifth-grade playground...#1 sport BASKETBALL, second only to baseball...Yawn! No contact! In my neighborhood, it is full-contact FOOTBALL! I have few skills for baseball or basketball other than running! VERY FAST!
 
Sixth grade, the day comes when the class asshat takes a shot at me...lmao! I saw this coming for months! He set me up to rule the playground from then through graduation! Moron calls ME! out! In front of the whole school! Being kind...it ends very badly for him. From that day forward, no one fucked with me. The icing on the cake...next year, I will win the school's Olympic games...
 
For the Irish bully? Years later, he headbutts my sister! MF! I won't even go there! Obviously, it ends badly for him...Irishman is trying to manage an Italian and a mutual classmate from Columbia! Again...it ends badly for him.
 
ALL THAT SAID! He still comes up roses! CITY's fathers love him, and he is still the face of the city. Yet he doesn't take calls from my sister or me...



"that" city immediately south of SF. "SOUTH SAN FRANCISCO"! by the airport...LOL Still to this day a suburb of Lucca Italy!


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