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I have a nice memory from this shit.
There were some dudes at my school that would intimidate the hell outta me.
Someday I grew some balls and made a Monkey Fist using paracord my dad wouldn't use, and a mouse ball.
I trained a lot using that weapon. Really, A LOT. I was skinny back then, so it was the only way I could take care of myself.
It wasn't that big, so I kept around like an ornament. People couldn't intimidate me anymore, because I knew I could do serious damage with that piece of crap.
I used it as a necklace, actually.
Pic related. Mine had about 2" (diameter). I wish I had a photo using that shit as a necklace.
