Bash You In The Head

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year, no not because of Frank Sinatra, it was because I got my driver’s license. There were a few hangouts in town and I use to cruise past them with my friends.  One night I drove past this ice cream store and there was a group of teens hanging out in front, so I drove real slow. so that we could all get a good look ar what was going on.  I actually came to a full stop and the guys in my car along with myself were all checking out the chicks.  This dude walks up to my window and says, “Stop looking at our girls!”  I told him that this is a free country and if I want to look, I will look.

He didn’t like my remark, so he slapped me in the face.  What kind of guy slaps another guy?  I knew that this dude was weird, so while he had his arms inside of my car, I rolled up my window on them.  He was stuck and he kept repeating, “Roll down your window, roll down your window.”  I told him that I would roll my window down, but that he had to remove his arms from my car immediately after that.”  I rolled my window down and this a-hole slaps me again.  That was it, I had enough of him and I got out of my car.

The bad news was that the mayor of the town just happened to be right behind me in his car and he got out, because he saw trouble.  He told both of us to break it up, or else he would have the police come down here and arrest both of us.  I got back in my car and after the mayor got in his car, I told that guy, “This ain’t over!”  He said, “If you are man enough then be back here tomorrow night at 8PM.”  I drove away, but one of the guys in my car said, “Are you really going to fight Sebastian Foster, he is a senior?”  I said, “Big deal, that means that he is one year older than I am and I think that he is a big pussy and I am going to bash his head in.”

I showed up at the designated time along with my buddy and this Sebastian was already there with his girlfriend.  He said, “We can’t fight out front, we have to go around the side, so nobody breaks up the fight.”  I said, “You are not as stupid as you look”, and I parked my car and met him on the side of the building.  The guy fought like a girl and he started pulling my hair.  I punched him and knocked him down and then I picked him up and started smashing his head into the brick wall.  He was dazed, clearly out of it, but I knew that he needed a good beating, so I kept bashing Bash’s head into the wall.  His girlfriend was crying and she begged me to stop hurting him.  I guess I am a sucker for tears, so I let him go.

Written for 3/9/19 Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to find a word that starts with or contains “abash/a bash/bash”.