Street War..... or .......Why You Should Keep Your Little Brother On Side.
This is not a tale of a feud with in the family it is the tale of a feud our family had with a neighbouring family.

A few doors down the street lived the Suttcliffes. A reasonably average family but, with one right cock knuckle of a son, who was the oldest kids in the street at the time. He was the type of kid who liked to push small girls off their bikes, bash kids half his age and size and generally bully any kid or animal who he was bigger than. No matter the crime his parents would make excuses for him and the explanation was always that it was just play and accidents happen. I remember one time clearly when he had my arms pinned behind my back, kicked my feet out from under me causing me fall and land on my chin and nearly bite my tongue off. He went into puberty early and with the added strength and the growth spurt lifted his intensity of being a fucktard 150%.

He decided that I had slighted him in some way some how and set out to make my life a misery. He used to wait until I got off the train each afternoon, and walk home with me punching, kicking, tripping etc for the 20 or so minutes the walk took. For some reason, I never told my parents what was going on, probably was feeling ashamed at not being able to look after myself but, I did tell my little brother.

Before I get to the dramatic part of the story, at the time this was happening I was 11 or 12 years old, the cock jockey was 14 and my brother was 9.

As had been the standard for a couple of weeks, I was walking home getting harassed and hurt. Part of the walk from the station was up a narrow bush track of about 70 meters long and less than 1 meter wide. He had decided to block the track and have a piss in the middle of the track and make a fair attempt to piss on me, so there he was with cock in hand, waving it around, pointing the stream in my direction when my little brother stepped out of the bush on the side of the track behind him and with wide swing with all of his strength, smacked him in the back of the head with the flat side of a short handled shovel sending him crashing to the deck like a sack of shit into the puddle of piss he had just made, his old fella still hanging out of his trousers.

I couldn’t believe what had happen, but, fuck me I was pleased about it. I grinned at my brother, silently worshipping the little bastards audacity, stepped over the fallen waste of sperm and walked the rest of the way home bully free with my brother.

Of course that wasn’t the end of it, he showed up at our place that night with his father who wanted my old man to take action against my brother and I over the unprovoked heinous attack on his son. During the discussion the whole story came out and his old man made the usual excuses he had been making for the past 5 years about a bit of fun between the lads and his son being an angel, accidents can happen etc etc . After 15 minutes my Dad lost it a bit, looking back I see he was suffering from a split emotional response, one side was upset that his kid had been putting up with the abuse unknown to him and the other side proud and pleased that his boys had banded together, stuck up for each other and settled the problem. He told Mr. Suttcliffe that as far as he was concerned the issue was on his side and that his son had brought it on him self, and maybe now he would lay off the kids who where smaller than him. Mr. Sutcliffe’s response was to threaten to involve the coppers. Then my old man dropped the classic line,

“Listen Harry” (for that was his name) “your sons an arsehole and a coward, he has been picking on every kid in the street for years while you make excuses for him, as far as I’m concerned he’s a fuckwit, and talking to you now I can see where he gets it from” deep breath, “and if you aren’t out of my house and off my property with in the next 15 seconds your going find out what a shovel in the back of the head feels like also”.

And with that they left, and our families never really spoke again. When we would see them in the street or around the place it was like we had on invisibility cloaks and they would look right through us. Not that it bothered any of my family, and the violence towards me, my brother and even younger sister stopped.

As time passed, as it is want to do, I also went into puberty and finished up a good half foot taller and 20 kg heavier than the toad fucker. My brother had a similar growth spurt a few years after me, and the toughest guy in the street finished up the weedy bloke from down the road.

So I guess you are expecting me to regale you now with how we then turned the tables and beat him up on a regular basis? Sorry, that didn’t happen. He wasn’t worth it, and as everyone knows, you don’t hit shit, it splatters.

Sure, I wasn’t very sad when his mother shot through with a carpet salesman, and I didn’t feel any sympathy when his old man tried to top himself not long after, and yes I did fuck his first girlfriend (twice) who he met at church when he turned all born again Christian while they where dating and saving them selves for marriage and was not very discrete about it and maybe we did break into his house and steal most of their grog, including a special bottle of port he was saving for his 21st birthday, his Donkey Kong game and a tin of chicken noodle soup and I am pretty sure it was my brother who took a monster dump in his new (new to him) car, possibly a Honda Accord, not long after he got it and shoved it under the passenger seat but, I never took revenge on him by becoming the bully.

So there you go, not a family feud but, a feud between families.
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 3:44, 14 replies)

yeah you turned out just fantastic didnt you
shitting burglars

nice
(omnishambles ™ has been fucking things up big style since, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 11:00, closed)

My mum has always been so proud
NOT!
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 1:35, closed)

As a victim of bullying myself when i was younger
I say good on you, the little shit got exactly what he deserved.
(libman, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 11:53, closed)

Agreed
Twat got what he deserved.
( eXOBeX, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 0:40, closed)

He did stupid, childish, bullying things.
You got even, he got dealt a rough card in life, turned it around.

You burgled him. Yeah, you turned out great!
(The Kwyjibo A big, dumb, balding North American ape., Tue 17 Nov 2009, 12:15, closed)

I never claimed not to be a cunt
that should be clear from the story.
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 1:26, closed)

Which is a refreshing change
From every other sad fucker playing the victim card on here.
(St Sepulchre's Belle tolled for thee on, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 5:31, closed)

needs more honda

( rofl harris, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 13:08, closed)

edited suitably
cheers
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 1:27, closed)

"I never took revenge on him by becoming the bully"
What?! So breaking and entering, stealing from him, fucking his girlfriend, shitting in his car.. that doesn't make you the bully?

He did it when he was a kid; you are doing this as an adult. You don't see the issue here?

And before you say anything, yes I have been bullied. I was bullied throughout my entire childhood, becoming so depressed it developed into physical illness. But I am proud to say I have not stooped to the level of my bullies. I have never taunted, or fucked with anyone else's mind.

How on earth can you so proudly state all that you have done to him and still say "I never took revenge on him by becoming the bully"?
(it's not hash mixed drops, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 14:31, closed)

^ this
You, sir, are a bigger cunt than he was
(thefuckestuppest cheapened this, on, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 17:15, closed)

I can ask my brother to take his gardening implements around to your tormentors place
if that would make you feel better?

Oh, and just for clarity, all acts of revenge where completed prior to my 17th birthday.
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 1:32, closed)

I feel sorry
for those who don't believe in revenge. Whether this gent took it too far, I don't know. Don't really care.

I like to think I'm not normally a cunt to people, but if another person tries to take the piss, nine times out of ten I'd do my best to get them back even worse.

I laugh at people who take moral high ground and say stuff like "I had the piss taken out of me for years, but I never did it in return or got my own back, I wouldn't stoop that low". Well done. You've really shown them.

Not aimed at anyone in particular, I just find that sort of thing hilariously sad.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 8:37, closed)

Cheers mate
I would buy you a beer for your realism but, I have no idea who you are so instead I will click your comment.
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 12:01, closed)