Reflections on old enemies
So I was out running errands for my mom this evening (which sucks b/c the evening is usually my time for phone calls) and one of the errands took me to the k-mart closest to my house. It was at the end of this excursion that I ran into an old enemie of mine.
The reason that were enemies, is the fact that when we were children he (because I was much more trusting than I am now) used to lead me in to traps. These traps would usually end in me suffering some form of physical injury. There was one day, that finally sent me over the edge. We were playing basketball in my back yard, I was going up for a layup and he knocked me out of the air. Then the great tag team partner in the sky (gravity) tagged in and hurteled me towards a cinder block. This causingme to bleed from the top of my head over my right eye, and down my face. Neddless to say I was out and a bloody mess. But what do he and my so called friends do? They stand there and watch me bleed! I awoke to the sound of laughter! Fucking Laughter! So I got up, hit a couple of them and began to chase him down the street. I've found that nothing scares people more than I guy that you keep hitting who slowly stalks you down the street. The only reason I finally stopped chasing him was that he ran into his house! I stood outside the door waiting, untill I go woozy from the blood loss and went home. {Oh and for a timeline reference some of you really old school wrestling fans will remember this but this happened the same saturday that the road warriors stabbed Dusty Rhodes in the eye} I stiil have the memory of sitting there bleeding, as Big Dust, was laying there in a pool of his own blood. As we got older he and his cronies kept doing several things to me, not the least of which was hanging me in a bathroom.[yes I have been a victim of black on black crime!] " It's kinda funny thing you think at times like these, like I haven't seen barbados, so I must get out of this. . ." There are several reasons why they did what they did that have been revealed to me over the years, however the why has never concerned me, just the fact that they did it. The ironic thing is, IN the past few years since I've been away all those guys, (who are now drug dealers, and k-mart associates for the most part) have all spent time asking my dad where I was and apologising from what he tells me. Well to quote the who "we wont get fooled again!" It's good that I dont go out into the city at all, for these are the exact circumstances I wish to avoid.
The reason that were enemies, is the fact that when we were children he (because I was much more trusting than I am now) used to lead me in to traps. These traps would usually end in me suffering some form of physical injury. There was one day, that finally sent me over the edge. We were playing basketball in my back yard, I was going up for a layup and he knocked me out of the air. Then the great tag team partner in the sky (gravity) tagged in and hurteled me towards a cinder block. This causingme to bleed from the top of my head over my right eye, and down my face. Neddless to say I was out and a bloody mess. But what do he and my so called friends do? They stand there and watch me bleed! I awoke to the sound of laughter! Fucking Laughter! So I got up, hit a couple of them and began to chase him down the street. I've found that nothing scares people more than I guy that you keep hitting who slowly stalks you down the street. The only reason I finally stopped chasing him was that he ran into his house! I stood outside the door waiting, untill I go woozy from the blood loss and went home. {Oh and for a timeline reference some of you really old school wrestling fans will remember this but this happened the same saturday that the road warriors stabbed Dusty Rhodes in the eye} I stiil have the memory of sitting there bleeding, as Big Dust, was laying there in a pool of his own blood. As we got older he and his cronies kept doing several things to me, not the least of which was hanging me in a bathroom.[yes I have been a victim of black on black crime!] " It's kinda funny thing you think at times like these, like I haven't seen barbados, so I must get out of this. . ." There are several reasons why they did what they did that have been revealed to me over the years, however the why has never concerned me, just the fact that they did it. The ironic thing is, IN the past few years since I've been away all those guys, (who are now drug dealers, and k-mart associates for the most part) have all spent time asking my dad where I was and apologising from what he tells me. Well to quote the who "we wont get fooled again!" It's good that I dont go out into the city at all, for these are the exact circumstances I wish to avoid.