I used to live in a foster home in Highland Park, Los Angeles
I lived with a kid named Juan Castaneda
He was Colombian
Don't ask me how a Colombian kid in Los Angeles ended up in a foster home in the
80's
But your guess is as good as mine
Juan was a big kid
He had a big head
And a big body
Both of 'em bigger than the rest of us
So no one fucked with Juan
No one in our circle challenged him
He was used to being in charge
We used to go to all of the different amusement parks in Los Angeles as kids:
Knott's Berry Farm, Disneyland, Six Flags Magic Mountain, Raging Waters, etc
This particular day we were at Disneyland, I believe
We had just gotten thru the gates of the park and now were trying to figure out where
to go first
Next to us was a group of special needs kids with Down's Syndrome
Juan saw those special needs kids as victims just like us
And so with no delay began making fun of the kids with Down's
Of course, they didn't really have the presence of mind to see what Juan
was doing... I thought
But one kid out of their group seemed to pay attention to Juan and focus on his
behavior
He furrowed his brow in concentration and in a flash of recognition, he intuitively
understood what Juan was doing
Without missing a beat, the special needs kid started making a pyramid shape
With his hands and running them up and down his head, he mimicked the abnormally
large head that Juan himself possessed
We all started dying laughing
And Juan couldn't do shit
He got owned by a disabled kid and couldn't do shit about it
Great day for a bully in 1988
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