So, I have decided to start putting some of my experiences down. I have noticed that when at parties, talking with friends etc. That I have a lot of experiences that other people have not. It seems to entertain them well enough, so I shall offer a few here. for the sake of entertainment, as opposed to my usual reason. Social survival.
Today I will start with my early life.
hmm.... what shall I tell about. Hmm. Ok, I will tell the story of how I learned that police are people too...
I had a rather abusive childhood. I feel actually, that I am understating the situation. However, I will allow that postulation to be done by outside sources. I am definitely skewed in the favor of the story teller. I was a fast thinking, smart ass child. I had more brains than I or my parents knew what to do with. I was constantly being suspended, or sent home due to being beaten up at school. This is not a very big deal, as many people got picked on, or beaten up as kids. that is part of what school is for. However, I know that one experience I had, was not exactly what other people would consider a great thing. I was in sixth grade. My teacher had learned that my grandmother was going through treatment for cancer. While I admire and respect this man for having the compassion to try and make things better for me. he grossly underestimated the cruelty of children. He quietly, explained to my class that I was having a "rough time" because of the recent impact of my grandmothers poor health. This, as I said. Was a noble deed. However, the kids in my class. Lorenzo was one,... (I will always remember his name, and face.) thought it would be funny to call me "Chemo-boy" as my teacher had explained my grandmother was going through chemo-therapy and was quite ill. I will remark here that I was ALWAYS the one getting beaten up. I have never beaten up someone weaker than me. EVER. I have been a jerk to people sure. But that is because they were bad, selfish people. Insults are not insults for them, it is a description. Anyways, my sixth and seventh grade school year were hell. My grandmother passed away that year in June. the 12th if i remember right... So it caused a lot of pain, when starting my new school year, kids were still calling me chemo boy. my grandmother was my savior, my Bastille, my... protector. she did her best to understand me, and even when she couldn't, she accepted and loved me. I feel like my world is a better place because of what i learned from her. I think my own mother, believes that i blindly love my grandmother, that i do not know the evils she committed when she was a mother to my own. It is a shame really. I realized that my grandmother had done many bad things in her life. However, I was able to see past that because she was working so hard on being a good person in the present, that it was unfair to ever hold her past actions against her. It would invalidate all her work. I did not want to be a part of that.
So,... When I, several years later, encounter Lorenzo, and two other kids that used to pick on me. I got out of my car, and walked up to the phone booth they were standing at. 2 outside, one inside. Lorenzo was the one on the phone. I walked up and said, "Hey, aren't you that guy, Lorenzo that went to kit Carson? "yes" he said. "oh good!" I said with jubilation. I promptly grabbed Marco and the other guy.... Pushed them quickly into the phone booth and shut the door inwards. I then, (at the time i SWEAR i did not know I was going to do this) got really really mad and shoved the phone booth OVER.
Yes, I said that, and I mean it. I pushed this phone booth OVER.
Bolts tore through the aluminum frame, and stayed embedded firmly in the concrete. I want to point out by the way,... I Was about 17 or 18 at this time. I had grown a lot, and been through even more. I can not express how amazing it felt. Watching them, STUCK inside the phone booth. Terrified, not sure WHY I was exacting such a cruel piece of revenge on them until I walked up. Put my foot on the door and said. "This was for you Lorenzo, compliments of CHEMO-BOY. You should be glad that I did not just kill you." I then walked off, paid for my gas and left with my friends. Who did not see anything other than my shoving the phone booth over. I admit, I was almost as surprised as they were. I am not a violent person. I do not enjoy confrontation, or harming people. However, this group was one selfish exception. I felt better, and hopefully they grew up more, and learned that the past can and will come back to haunt you if you are a wicked person.
Well, this concludes today's story. I may log in and write a few more, off and on. Who knows. :D
