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Back when I was going to school I used to get in trouble. I was always in a fight or skipping class or generally pissing somebody off. In grade 4 our school went to a funeral for a retired teacher and I got in a fight in the front pew. That was the worse. My teacher at the time completely lost it and just about beat the shit out of me. That was about 20 years ago.
Well not long ago my girlfriend and I were asked to a wedding and who should happen to be there but that same teacher. He was the bride's uncle and he was about 70 years old by now. As the night went on I started thinking back to the funeral incident and the trashing he gave me and I was getting more and more steamed - drinking like a son of a bitch wasn't helping, but I didn't say anything. I figured it's a thing of the past and I'd let it go.
So the next day I get a call from my girlfriend who is freaking out. She said "Do you remember what you did last night?" - the most dreaded thing a drinker can hear. I said "I didn't think I did anything". She said near the end of the night I grabbed the bride's uncle, pinned him against the wall and treatened to beat him up. I guess I didn't let it go after all.
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