I Used To Be Scared Shitless Of Bears
Once upon a time I was scared shitless of bears. No lie. When I was little a bear ransacked my parent's camp and destroyed a tent I'd been in. Luckily I had left the tent to take a pee before the bear tore up the tent, but I screamed and cried when I saw what the bear had done and believed he would have killed me if I had been in the tent.
Ever since then when I saw a bear in a photo or on TV I got scared and my hands would shake, but no more.
I took Karate. Now I know I can f*** up a bear bigtime. If one comes at me, I'll hit that b**** with a spinning back kick in the liver, or I'll take his head off with a crescent kick. And I got loads of other s*** I could put his lights out with.
I go camping all the time now praying one of those bears screws with me so I can f*** him up.