True fukkin story.
Be me. 16 years old.
Sophomore in high school.
Word gets out I been gambling with a bookie.
Next thing I fukkin know, everyone wants to get involved and no one can keep their fukkin mouth shut.
Fukkin school teachers find out I'm a gambler.
One teacher in particular, broke my balls every Monday morning.
Walk into his class, this fukk always had his feet up on his desk, newspaper sports page right in his face, couldn't see his face.
Class sits down. All you can see is his feet up on the desk, and the fukkin newspaper in his face.
This is what I would hear every fukkin Monday...
"(My name) ya loser, how much you lose this week?"
Whole fukkin class would laugh.
What this asshole fukk never knew was that at 16 years old, I was up over 25k on the fukkin street.
Word gets out I'm killing the books. Next thing I know, this same fukkin asshole who did nothing but break my fukkin balls every fukkin Monday, was asking me for football picks
True fukkin shit.