On your death bed you’re not supposed to have any regrets. I don’t plan on being there any time soon and I have no major life regrets yet: I have no facial tattoos, nor have I ruined anyone’s life thus far. But I did ruin someone’s 2-3 weeks. And this is a regret I still feel bad about, in a possibly very long series of blogged apologies to people from so long ago. This one is for you Angie Noack.
If you were to ask Angie Noack: “Do you remember Kevin Endo?”, she might reply: “Kevin Endo…Kevin Endo… OH YEAH! THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE WHO THREW SAND IN MY EYE!”
That’s what I will always be to Angie Noack, and that is not the guy I wanted to be.
I got the “genius” idea from King of the Hill. (which is another regret I have: to have watched more than 30 seconds of King of the Hill.)
Here is what went down :
But not because Angie had a briefcase I needed. She was just in middle school Science with me. I got HER attention, and I yelled “Pocket Sand!” and threw a small amount of sand in her eyes. It was unprovoked. I think we were at the stage where we were making fun of each other in a friendly way, but that all changed very fast. Joke is over.
I didn’t get formally disciplined for this, oddly, but the guilt was enough. It was about 7 or 8 years ago. Why this was bad is because she had to GO HOME. AND GO TO THE EYE DOCTOR, AND TAKE EYEDROPS REGULARLY!
I am sorry, Angie. Should we ever meet again or not.
And kids, only use “pocket sand” against your worst enemies, not people you have science with.
