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I wonder how Kolade is doing. Our relationship was weird and mostly antagonistic. And I& #39;m not sure, but I feel like I called him gay a few times. I& #39;m sorry about that.
I remember the day he hit me with his bag and I ran across the car park to slap him. If it had hit, it would& #39;ve been the greatest slap of my career. Unfortunately this friend of mine inserted his face right in the sweet spot and took the slap, for reasons I& #39;m still not sure of.
I hope Benjamin Solomon is doing well for himself. We didn& #39;t interact much, but I always heard people talking.
On the alumni group I was on, this human being would make fun of my voice nearly every time we had an argument. I imagine he& #39;s a nice person to others, but to me he& #39;s an enormous dick and I hope he& #39;s doing better.
He wasn& #39;t the only one, lol. One day I posted a Wattpad link(mistake in hindsight) and you& #39;d think I committed this mortal sin judging by the rather visceral reaction.
Something someone used to say about people who talk big online but can& #39;t fight irl.
Something someone used to say about people who talk big online but can& #39;t fight irl.
And that& #39;s me, lol. I loathe confrontation. Because it& #39;s chaos and I can& #39;t control what happens next. I& #39;m better now, but I used to fantasise about killing some of these guys in class. It would& #39;ve been terrible if I was in an environment where I could act those fantasies out.
So no fighting. Instead I adapted to develop a sharp tongue. There was this guy who in hindsight was probably not the best person to sit in front of, but my character development in SS1 has his name written all over it. He was quick-witted. A consummate shit-talker.
The day I knew I& #39;d changed was when someone refrained from going 1v1 with me verbally because he was sure I& #39;d win. Fun times.
I hope Obu is doing well. And Olufemi and IK and Femi.
I hope Obu is doing well. And Olufemi and IK and Femi.
I think I was a pretty decent defender in school. I wasn& #39;t easy to get past in 1v1& #39;s and I always had defensive awareness. This guy played as a winger and was as sharp as any I& #39;d seen, and throughout our days on San Siro, he never enjoyed a match against me.
He liked to run across the backline, out of sight of the defenders, but I always saw him and intercepted. In 1v1& #39;s, I rarely charged in, I& #39;d simply contain him until I could get the ball off him.
I don& #39;t think I ever got physical with him, I always thought he was slight.
I don& #39;t think I ever got physical with him, I always thought he was slight.
He hated me so much, I think, that he& #39;d threaten me mid-match. Talking about "Leave me alone" "I& #39;ll beat you o". One time he actually did hit me, on the back of the neck. Cheap shot. That was in JSS3.
Fun times.
Fun times.
In summary of this long and meaningless thread of newly-surfaced memories, I didn& #39;t have many friends in secondary school because I hated you guys and thought you were weird.
But I was weird too so
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But I was weird too so
