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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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Jimmy's
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Yet another day in little Jimmy's life, another day he had to deal with
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school and all the shit that comes with it. It wasn't like he was a bad
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student, it was the complete opposite, he was a good student, always
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getting good grades and doing all his homework.
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But there was a problem with this picture, nobody liked him. He couldn't
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quite figure why everyone seemed to pick on him, and why is it that whenever
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anybody felt like kicking some ass, it had to be his. This he didn't know,
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and because of that he was what you'd call a loner; he didn't have friends
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at all, nor male, nor female. You know girls, they never want to be friends
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with the dork, and the boys.. well, he was the school's punching bag.
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Jimmy was just your average kid, not good-looking, but not an ugly bastard,
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either. He had had some eating disorder during the last year, that explained
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his tubby look, as he was struggling to lose some excess 30 pounds. He used
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to wear glasses until last summer, when he got some contacts; 'maybe they
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wont pick on me that much after i get the contacts', he thought then, but
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again, he was wrong. Ah well, at least they wont be breaking his glasses
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every two weeks now. Heck, he thought he might get a friend by getting
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rid of those ugly glasses.
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He lived with his mom in some middle-class home in the city. It was just
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him and mom, it had been this way for the last 6 years, as dad thought it
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would be better to run away with that hooker when he was just eight. He
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used not to think about it that much, since he always thought it was
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because of him dad left mom. Of course, he didn't have valid arguments
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to support this, he just thought it was. It didn't matter that mom had
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told him time and again that it wasn't his fault, that dad was an alcoholic
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and it was better that way; he used to say 'I know' whenever mom said so,
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but in the back of his mind there was always this thought that it happened
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because of him.
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At least they weren't on the 'poor' side, he thought. Good thing mom gets
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well paid and sends little Jim to a good private school, where she was
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sure it was much better than those public schools, at least that's what
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she thought. And since Jimmy never said a thing to her, she figured
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everything was fine. Too bad some private schools are as bad if not worse
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than public schools.
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Back to school. Our Jimmy was enjoying his meal when he noticed some kid
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coming up to him, maybe he just wanted to take his lunch, and not force
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him to do some pig sounds and then proceed to slam his head against his
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meal like they've been doing for the last couple weeks or so.
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Jimmy started to get all tense as the other kid approached, he didn't
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raise his head, and kept staring at his meal as the other hid stood next
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to him.
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"Hey there, is this seat taken?"
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Huh? Could it be possible? somebody was actually talking to him during
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lunch time?, it surprised the hell outta him as he had seen him before,
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he used to hang with some guys that had picked on him a couple times,
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even though he never had done so. Maybe today he would start.
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"Um, no, have a seat"
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He could barely utter those words since he was all tense, waiting for
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some blow to the head to come, or the threat he was sure the other kid
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was about to tell him.
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"I'm Mike, you might know me. I hang out with Alex and the other guys"
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Well, so far so good. At least he now knew the name of the guy that was
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going to kick the living crap out of him, he thought for himself. As for
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Alex and 'the other guys' he sure knew them. They were some sort of group
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that always hang together, sometimes picking up fights, and others just
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picking on the other kids that passed by, you can say they were the 'bad'
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kids at school, no one messed with them, and they messed with everyone.
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Cool stuff, according to Jimmy. He was lucky that they hadn't make an habit
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of picking on him, they picked on him, but not often, besides that, why
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would they do that on a regular basis if the whole school was taking care
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of that, he reasoned.
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Turns out Mike wanted him to help him with a couple things from school. He
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had heard that he was kind of a 'nerd' (in Mike's own words) and wanted
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Jimmy to teach him some chem stuff for some test he was going to have. He
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told Jimmy he needed to pass, or he was gonna flunk the course, and if that
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happened, it would get ugly for Jimmy. But if he passed he promised Jimmy
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he was going to tell Alex not to pick on him anymore.
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Jim got the idea immediately and agreed to help Mike. After all, he didn't
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have anything to lose and a lot to gain, and he had lots of free time after
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school since he had no friends.
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The day they were going to give out the grades for the exam Jimmy was as
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nervous as he could get, he knew that his future at school depended on it,
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literally speaking. He had made a good job teaching Mike, but still, he
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was too insecure and so he was nervous.
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Finally, after waiting what it seemed like an hour, Mike came out of his
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classroom and gave handed his exam to Jimmy. It read B+. Jim felt the
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weight of the world getting off his shoulders now. Mike thanked him and
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told him he would honor his word.
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After that, school seemed like a whole different place for him, he got
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picked on less and less, and Mike even introduced him to the guys.
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He was getting respect. The respect he thought he deserved. And hey, Alex
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and the other guys were not that bad, anyway. He began helping them all
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with their homeworks (or shall we say, doing their respective homework)
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and in turn he got more respect. Even though he didn't like the stuff the
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other guys were doing that much, he started to hang with them more and
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more, and people began to notice him. He liked that.
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It didn't wasn't long before they got in trouble. It seemed they had gone
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into a convenience store after the arcades, and some other guy from the
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group, Will, shoplifted some beers. The only thing Jim recalls is the
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shouting from the clerk and then running like hell. At least they didn't
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get caught. And he liked that, he liked the adrenaline rush. It was the
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most fun he had in his whole life, and now he had what he called 'friends'
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which, quite frankly, were more like partners in crime. When he first met
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the guys he didn't know they did this sort of thing, since they just picked
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on people and that sort of thing at school, but again, it didn't matter to
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Jim, 'cause he liked it.
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Time passed and things began to get more hectic, fights here and there.
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Jim had his first smoke, and after a couple more months he had his first
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joint. He felt weird the first time, but everybody told him that it was ok.
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That they all had felt that way when they started to do it. They were
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right, Jim thought. Now he always had a joint before going out with the
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guys 'cuz he knew they were going to steal something sooner or later, and
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that helped to relax him.
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Ah.. the life, Jim thought. He had really gotten used to it, and he sure
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was enjoying it.
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Then, one day, it happened. One afternoon at 6.20 or so Mike came looking
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for Jim. He was all excited and incoherent, white as a dead, and Jim
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couldn't understand a word of what he was saying at first. He told Mike to
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calm down. And then he began to understand. Alex. Something happened to
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Alex. A stab. Alex had been stabbed in the back by some other guy, Mike
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explained. It seemed that more than a year ago, before Jim hang out with
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them, they had gotten into a fight with another group, kicking the shit
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out of that group's leader. And now they had paid them back by stabbing
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Alex.
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Jim knew what he had to do even before Mike mentioned it, he knew he had
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to do the same to the other group's leader. That way, he would prove
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himself worthy of hanging with them, and he would get respect from
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everyone, the respect he craved for, the respect he deserved.
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Mike handed Jim a knife he had with him. It was a double-edged knife, with
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a 5inch. blade. A good knife. It would do the job quickly and easy.
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Also, Mike said, he was the only one that could do the job, since no one
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from the other group knew him, that way he would have no problem getting
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close to the guy and finishing him.
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Jim was aware of this, he knew he was the only one that could do the job.
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And he was mad, they had stabbed his friend, Alex. The one he considered
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his mentor, even more than Mike. Rage was flowing thru his veins, he
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wanted to take the other guy down. All the hate that he had accumulated
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thru the years of being beaten up, all the people that had looked down
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on him. He thought of his dad, maybe by doing this he would remember he
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had a child and come back to see him. He was decided to do it.
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Jim nodded, and Alex left after that knowing that his friend was going
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to do it.
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That other guy never knew what hit him. The only thing he felt was a
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sharp pain coming from his left side, then he fell on his knees just to
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feel another stab on the back of his head, which was the last thing he
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felt.
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The thrill of killing and the sensation of power were a natural high for
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Jimmy, who afterwards felt it was payback time. Time to pay the world for
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everything. His classmates. Mom for putting him in that school. That poor
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bastard waiting for his girlfriend. Everyone.
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=-=
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"Think he fell for it?" asked Alex.
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"Yea, he did. Told you he was going to be useful someday" replied Mike.
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"Heh.. yea, who woulda know.."
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They kept on talking about how they had gotten rid of Jim and the other
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guy. Making jokes and having a good time, afterall, the cops had just
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received a call about kid stabbing another on the street..
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-shyguy
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2/7/98
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