When I was in my early teens I had invented a shot that I called the Fujiyama shot. Essentially it was just a very strong kick but as I wound up for it I would keep saying Fujiyama in a menacing tone which would give everyone notice to clear out of the way. I'm not sure if it was any stronger (or weaker) than my regular shots. I remember one time as I wound up for it the boy in front of me turned his back and when I kicked the ball it hot him smack in the middle of his butt. I later joked that the shear force of it probably made it actually go up his butt.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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