GetInTheTruck
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2nd grade, first time I ever went to a private school....it was called queens lutheran, in long island city. the school bus driver was this fat cac who drove motorcycles....he would try to have jokes on me cause I was the only indian kid on the bus....I would get on and he would tell all the other kids to hold their noses...I told my pops, he said don't worry about it
....a little while after the dude died in a motorcycle accident....the morning after teacher had the class stand up to honor this cac I stayed in my seat like
but I can't front I felt awkward in front of the class but I hated that fukking guy.
for the record not saying that my pops had something to do with his death, but it's something I've always wondered on the low



for the record not saying that my pops had something to do with his death, but it's something I've always wondered on the low
