That's quite mental
It was a Tuesday, after getting into an argument with someone at lunchtime, I'd pointed out I didn't 'give a shit what he said, as I could have him anyday' (no, not in a gay way).

After History, when I was heading up to Textiles, he confronted me, put me up against a wall by the throat, and asked 'why the fuck I'd been saying I could batter him?'

I grabbed his throat back, and said 'Because I fucking could', and pushed him back into the window, where he tripped over the bag he'd left.

It was a good day. Then, when I got home, it got very strange, very quickly. But, I remember it well.

Anything about the day before, or after it? Not a fucking clue.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 12 Oct 2011, 9:18, Reply)