Harassing Small Town Adults
“Come on Mullet, maybe if we pound on this guy’s face a bit he won’t be so fuckin’ ugly?” said the shortest of the four kids surrounding Paulie. He couldn’t have been older than thirteen. Heck, the lot of them were probably all under eighteen.
“Fugly motherfucker,” the looming teenager said while looking down at Paulie. Paulie could smell the obvious artificial compounds that made up the flavor profile on a Cheeto. The orange dust around the corners of the mullet-clad teen only concreting his nose’s correct deduction.
“We’d be doing this Harvard-ass nerd a favor,” said one of the two twins, though he was unsure which. Paulie could tell this was escalating quicker than he had hoped for, and though he did not want to use a Taser on a bunch of teens he very well
