Beefing with Kids.

Whats Beef?

Beef is when you have an issue with someone, usually over the dumbest shit possible.

Now that we have the definition out of the way...

I

Hate

Kids.

Not all kids. I love Bella. I love my relatives kids. I love the kids at Isabellas school. I want to be a 3rd grade teacher. So let me rephrase...

I

Hate

Bad

Kids.

You know, the kid that the parent doesnt see. The kid that goes to the park with his friends, and when he or she is away from the parents, the vilest, rudest

phrases start spewing out of their mouths. For example...

Theres two parks in my neighborhood that Bella and I have been dying to go to. We have been waiting for months for them to open. One of them has a

basketball court, the other has a baseball diamond. Both are within walking distance, so both are good destinations for Isabella to ride a bike to.

Last week, they opened. I want to exercise while Bella plays on the playground, so I take my basketball with us to the park.

When we get up there, Bella runs to the playground, and I go to the courts. I havent played in a while, so Im kinda rusty, but that will wear off.

There are kids on the court, like 10 years old. 9 of them. Playing ball. So Im standing to the side, watching and reminiscing about when I was that age,

when I noticed one little kid that was like, WAAAAY better than the rest of them. And he was letting them know about it. This was the ball hogginest little kid I

had ever seen. Demanded the ball like he was Jordan, berated his team mates for not getting him the ball or for missing a shot, or for missing an

opportunity to pass him the ball, and just SPEWING the most offensive terms I have ever heard.

Curse words, racial slurs, biting comments, you want em, he had em.

And everyone was fine with that... until Isabella came over and wanted to shoot with me. So Bella and I troop out onto the court and start shooting. The kids

game was over, so that wasnt an issue.

The little kid that was talking the trash starts whispering to his friend. Now if you know kids, you know they cannot whisper, so I heard exactly what the little

pissant was saying.

"That little motherfucker needs to get off the court."

Whaaaaa...

"Fat fucker and his little bitch aint got no skills anyway."

Murder.

Death.

Kill.

I walked towards the kid. I dont want to lie. I wanted to hurt him. But I dont hit kids. So I started talking about how he needs to learn respect and things

of that nature, which led him to start talking again, which led me to go all Blackheart on him and talk about him, his friends, his talents, his family, and his

genealogy.

So , long story short, he wants me to meet him and his family up at the park this Sunday to fight.

I hate kids.