You just lost your girlfriend. Guess who she walks hand in hand with into the sunset: Spoonboy.
You go to church, thinking the air of God would calm you down. Guess who one of the altar boys is: Spoonboy.
You run out of the church and someone in a beat up sedan is honking at you. Who's driving it: Spoonboy's father. "How's it like to know my boy is a better gentleman than you with Tiffany, loser?"
Spoonboy's little bro, Bryan, pulls up alongside his Dad and says, "Tiffany never liked you. She pities you, and dated you only so you don't break down and cry, retard."
Crying you run home. Fighting back more tears, you feel another emotion: rage. You must fight Spoonboy if you don't want him F-ing up the rest of your high school days.
