My choices highlighted.
I am well aware that it makes me a heretic to say so, but I can’t fucking stand disabled people. It’s not that I necessarily have anything against them per se but, rather, that one particular disabled person was such an extreme arsehole that he created a sort of mental immune response completely out of proportion with what most disabled people deserve. You can’t get antihistamines for prejudice, unfortunately, so I’m stuck with it.
Derek was wheelchair bound and Derek was also the most unpleasant, manipulative little bastard you care to mention. He used that chair to get out of anything and everything, to get fawning sympathy from the girls and to get other people into trouble for shit he did. Since, as teachers and parents seemed to think, cripples can’t be fuckwits.
It came to a head for me when he stole my girlfriend. It’s not easy having a girlfriend at school at the best of times. Most girls don’t want anything to do with the lads of their own age, you can’t canoodle in class and the only times you get together in school are on breaks. Seeing each other out of school isn’t that easy either, everyone thinks you’re too young.
Now compound that with a grandstanding, wheeled lech who keeps asking your girlfriend to push him around and who keeps making mouth-open, licking gestures when she bends down to adjust his leg callipers and all the shit he talks about her when she’s not around and there can be little surprise when my patience runs out and I clock the bastard.
Then the tune changes, then it’s all: “I’m a helpless cripple!” and she joins in with the “You worthless bastard, I never want to see you again!” Then it’s suspension, expulsion for bullying because, as I said before, cripples can’t be fuckwits.
And that, Your Honour, is why I took a saw to his brake and kicked his chair down the hill into traffic.