I'm Not Charlie Brown and My Tailbone Was There

I had a can of cat food in my hand and was 12 years old. So I'm like cussping, you know, I have testosterone like starting to inner that kind of go through my blood a little bit. But she wasn't Charlie Brown and my tailbone was there. And I instinctively because some mammoth or saber tooth tiger is like kicking me in the tailbone I wheeled around hefting this object in our pantry. It's just like white trash like larva becoming a bee. That day for my sotkas I was like Jesus Christ no I'm not gonna bludgeon you to death like Chris Penn at the end of shortcuts.