You are the wolf and I am the moon.

Once a kid was making fun of me ceaselessly during class. This had gone on all year, and I was fed up. I got up from my seat, sharpened my pencil in one of those old school sharpeners that made you turn the little knob, and as I was walking back to my desk, I stabbed him as hard as I could with my pencil. He screamed. It was the most satisfying sound I'd heard in a while.

He said his upsidedown tear drop tattoos under his eye meant that he had two children. Being the father to two children is not the opposite of killing two people, but hey. I asked him what the kids names were. He said "Peanut and Butter." If they had a girl they were going to name her Jam or Jelly. He said he always wanted a girl, but instead he got two boys. "Girls are smart, boys are dumb," he said.