Nothing sadder than someone who can't cope. Instead of whining "trigger" why don't you get some help? Also, you were bound and gagged between a young boy and trashy novel? Tragic.

Get the fuck over your shit. The world does not owe it to you, or anyone else, not to remind you of bad things.

Go back to Tumblr, you hugbox-craving weakling.

How about we just wrap you really tightly in cotton wool, and keep you in the cellar, where you'll be safe?

I don't really have time to, but suffice to say that it was that element that was probably the most interesting part about the story. The conflicted feeling that I had - whether I, as a teenager, could in good conscience beat up a 10-year-old; even in a situation where I and my friends were clearly outnumbered.

The funny thing? This era is also held up as a cultural Golden Age by people now. Some of them long for those days to return.

It sure does. In one of those instances, each of the attackers (about six or seven of them) was roughly 10 years old.

"I have my idea who this loser is."

Its funny because he's fat.

The seventies were weird.

Before the nation was destroyed by massive third world immigration.