We had a kid in High School who was picked on religiously, day after day, nothing physical just darts and jabs of words and sarcasm. His last name was McNeely but he was called Neeeeeeely. He wore coke bottle glasses as thick as any I'd ever seen. This one kid, a real punk, was the main instigator, he rode McNeely like a pack mule every single day.
One day near the last days of school our senior year McNeely asked me an odd question: He say's " are you coming to school the last day of school?" I said yeah I only go half a day anyway cause I work full time. He says " good " I never gave it any further thought.
Last day of school while heading to the next to the last period for me I turn down a hallway and hear a loud smack ( it was open handed to the face ) then a crash to the floor and McNeely saying over and over, as he bashed the head of the kid who rode him most into the floor, "call me Neely " : call me Neely " " call me Neely " louder and louder: I had to act or he was going to kill the kid>>>I grabbed McNeely and instantly knew that he was raging, he was so juiced that I was forced to disable him. I had two or three options but since time was of the essence I chose to blood choke him, he let go within 2 seconds time. I said " HOLY PHUCK DUDE " what the hell are you doing >>>> He looks at me, teachers are arriving by now, and calmly says HE AIN'T GONNA CALL ME NEEEEELY NO MORE
Just another of those things one never forgets: About 5 years or so after that I ran into McNeely at a local bar>>> He was hammered, gave me a huge bear hug and insisted on buying me a beer for saving his life over the above incident. He looks me dead in the eye and says " I WOULD HAVE KILLED THAT PHUCKER HAD YOU NOT COME ALONG...THANK YOUBring Em Home Cole