A Lesson the Hard Way.

Aright son I got one. This one takes us back to 8th Grade, you know when you were the cool kid before the epic shake up resetting life and being a freshman again. So as an 8th grader and being the bee's knees we use to all sit on the back of the bus and there was most def a chain of command, the coolest kid sat in the back in the single seat unless he had a girlie than they would be shifted to the reg back seat to have more room. From there the next row would be the capo and then so on and so on. I sat third from the back and for a porky kid with a jew fro I took my clot with all seriousness. My home boy Ben sat in the seat in front of me, so thats the set up.

Now we went to Middleton before it was Farrell or whatever the hell it is now. Being the cool kids we had to keep up a rep and even though we had multiple people chase down our bus that year because we threw shit at their cars we still hadn't stopped doing it and even with the bus drivers concerns and threats she could never find out who exactly did it because we all ketp a code of silence, snitches get stitches or in middle school even worst, you got ragged on till some one new came up.

So we're riding down 22nd street and make the left onto Hillsborough, now any one native to Tampa, you dont exact need a GPS to locate that intersection if you know what I mean. I watch as Ben who has been turned around talking to me keeping it real and drinking an orange soda looks out the window and chucks that bitch. I dont think nothing of it, it was standard procedure. about 10 seconds later I see a color of concern form on Ben's face as he turns around and sits down. I inquire: "yo man, you ok? I don't think the driver saw you and you know no one is going to say shit." He goes "yea man I'm fine" stands up again, looks behind us, slams the window shut and sits back down.

Now we're pulling up to the light at Nebraska, by the Taco Bus, which I would say is pushing 2 miles from the scene of all of a sudden this guy comes flying up on a bike like hes Mat Hoffman, jumps off the bike and it is now obvious to everyone his white tee is covered in orange soda and he has it covering his face......direct hit. Like a fucking Luchador this dude hope up two windos in front of Ben and is now half way inside the bus directing some choice words at the back of the bus as we are now all freaked. The bus driver lost all control very fast and I swear the only thing that stopped this dude from killing a few 12/13 year old kids was the fact that the bus driver gunned it. Needless to say we kinda cooled it with the throwing shit.