Wow, the weather

So now the weather is getting warmer, funny how the body adapts, the temperature is up near 5°C or so, which in Australia would be the coldest day ever, you wouldn't leave the house, but here I feel the urge to come out of my hibernation, happy that I can walk around without feeling that every exposed piece of skin is being ripped to pieces. The winter here, the darkness, it's pretty harsh, can really pull you down, it's easy to end up just sitting inside, doing nothing. The wind makes it worse, you have to cover everything, can't even have a wrist poking out, then you have to block the gaps, coz Danish wind tears through every tiny crevice, freezing parts of the body you didn't know existed. Makes me appreciate the warmth I had when I grew up, I remember one winter, in an effort to see how tough I was, I didn't wear a jacket or jumper all winter, except 2 days. That is kind of hardcore coz those crappy blue school shirts we had were so thin I may as well have been naked. Not to mention the standard issue shorts that managed to reach halfway down the thigh, leaving my hairy white legs exposed to the world. I always felt uncomfortable in that uniform, probably because I was already a foot taller than most people in my year, I had a beard that could rival many adults today, and there I was in this little pair of shorts trying not to be cold, but like I said, it wasn't really that cold. My sister will complain about it being freezing in Sydney, then I check the weather and it's warmer than here while everyone here is talking about how great the weather is. Isn't it lame to talk about the weather, sorry.
It was weird being taller than the others, maybe I'm wrong, but I felt at times it made me a target for things, things like when a little guy I didn't even know wanted to fight me to show his strength. No more weather. My sister was dating some guy at the time, well, Chris Yeoh, he was a kind of stallion, half Asian guy (banana, as his grandparents called him:- yellow skin with a white heart), so he had the looks. These people were from Stockton, not the wrong side of the tracks, but the wrong side of the harbour, years of inbreeding and nuclear fallout had turned them into a special species.
At school whenever there was a fight everyone ran to see, like a snowball, the more people that ran, the more joined in. Sometimes there was no fight, and the sight of a few people running somewhere triggered more people to join in, until everyone culminated in an area like a bunch of cows wondering where the actual fight was. This fight was like that, we saw everyone running, towards the culture centre, so we joined in to see the action, when we got there everyone was standing around in a crowd, and I asked "who's fighting?", "you" was the reply, "against who?", suddenly the crowd opened up like the sea, in this wave formation as this little guy I'd never seen in my life charged towards me in the head of the surge. I was at a more philosophical age, thinking violence maybe not being the answer, especially against a dude I was sure I'd never seen before. So I held up my hands in a peaceful gesture and tried to open some dialogue, like "Who are you?". He just punched me, twice, in the mouth, then strangely he just stopped. I was stunned for a second that felt like an hour, then I leapt forward ,grabbed him in a headlock, and attempted to smash his head against the wall, it sounded like it was working, I think he hit the downpipe twice, maybe three times (thrice). I don't know how, but I remember seeing Matt Trail, who was probably the biggest guy in the world, one of these superman types, tall, handsome, good at sports and school, come tearing through the crowd and rip us apart. I swear I was focused on the head and the pipe, so I don't know why I can see that in my mind. Anyway, there was was a moment of confusion, standing around wondering where the hell I was and what was happening, when Squelchy grabbed me and dragged me away. Then it was all over, we went back to our table. Guess he didn't know where our table was when he initially set out on his conquest to destroy me. Later I found out what it was all about, my sister and Chris Yeoh, as most of the chicks were keen on him, this one in particular had formed a vendetta against my whole family because of this, and the whole of Stockton had joined in, I had no idea what the hell it was about. At the time of my life the only thing my sister said to me was "GET OOOOOOUT!" whenever I went into her room, followed by "BREEEEETT!" from my dad. So I went to my next class, and there were the stocko chicks all telling how I got slaughtered by Wayne, I felt fine, the only injury was 2 little cuts inside below the bottom lip, kind of thing I get everyday as I can't eat breakfast without biting my own lips at least once, chunky. Apparently I had pushed him on the stairs several years earlier, if anyone had seen these staircases in rush hour, it's like a mosh pit, as the group going down tries to climb over the group coming up. In movies it's always two guys rolling around punching the crap out of each other for half an hour or so, but in reality it's the guy who gets the first punch in, if he continues the other guy is too stunned to react, most of the time. Not that I'm some kind of street fighting guy, I like my teeth, they are pretty straight, and almost white.
So, if you think it's cold, try -10°C.