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11. That's a beautiful friendship!

Funny how every story seems to lead to another, Lucky.

I got hit with a pitch at school, must've been 5th or 6th grade. It didn't really hurt, and I was fine with that until the pitcher laughed.

I picked up the ball and rushed the mound. He stood there in apparent disbelief, eyebrows raised, arms by his side, and never even flinched as I bounced it off his forehead. He went down and stayed down for a couple minutes, during which I noticed the imprint of the stitches very clearly.

We didn't exactly become friends, but he smiled and said "hi" in hallways all the way through high school, when he was the C on the football team, and I was a long hair stoner.