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Originally Posted by bulldogg
Whiskey tang foxtrot, over.
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90% of the kids in my school back then lived in projects across the street. I got called cracker and whitey on a regular basis by people who thought they were hard in SECOND GRADE. I was stopped in the hall once and told to get on my knees and empty my pockets. The only thing that would get them to stop was violence, so I used it.
Better than that kid who stabbed someone in the neck with a pencil. Now that was crazy.
Edit: Now that I think about it, elementary school was WAY more violent than high school. Probably because I lived in Pittsburgh back then, but I'm going to HS in upstate NY.