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"Workin'@the CarWash:part 7", or "The Culmination of 30 Years in the Martial Arts"
All throughout my life, I have had many physical confrontations and fights. I have been attacked many times and defended myself. I owe my most honored and revered Panamanian Shotokan Sensei a debt of gratitude for everything he taught me when I was young. Your teachings have saved my life many, many times, Sensei. Being "your challenge" was quite an honor. I have also went on the attack when I felt it was necessary or even just for the fuck of it.
My rage is sometimes hard to contain. It is a fire that burns and burns and wants to keep on burning into a conflagration where all around me is fire and i am lightning with gasoline for blood and the if sparks keep jumping like that some shit is going to blow up. I used to believe that some day i would have my special day.....MY SPECIAL DAY.
I THINK SOME OF YOU MIGHT KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
But I have mellowed a lot over the years. I learned how to control my anger. For the benefit of the world at large as well as myself. I'm really not a nice guy. But I play one on tv. just kidding. I'm a borderline sociopath with schizophrenic tendencies and a horrible temper. Which brings me to today at the carwash. I won't bore you with my version of "adventures in babysitting", otherwise known as petty anty work-related bullshit, but...
I intensely dislike being yelled at with a finger in my face or---fucking insane--grabbing me.
And well, fuck as well, I also happen to be a Scorpio, and fairly typical one at that.
Somehow I manged to not shatter his kneecap or bite his finger clean off at the joint or stick my own finger into his eye socket.( Its a lot more rigid than you think it would be. Practice with pots of sand for a while, striking with your fingers like various animal claws deep into the sand. When you get good, switch to clay.)
I had to tell him to let of my wrist...twice.
The first time I merely smiled and pointed at my wrist where he was grabbing me.
The second time I stopped smiling and told him he fucking seriously might want to let go of my wrist.
Needless to say, he let go of my wrist and I didn't strike him in the adams's apple, or even perhaps just go off old school ghetto nigga style &grab his head and smash it against the stainless steel equipment in the car wash tunnel. Fortunately, all those years in the martial arts really payed off today....The situation has been resolved peacefully. The car wash goes on, and nobody got killed or injured or exploded or decapitated
I think my Sensei would be proud.
and I'm looking forward this great sunshiny weather.
°moarl8rz,ipromise
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Comments (8)
I liked to fight when I was young. Loved it. I was good too. Never ever lost. 2 - 6 years older than me? I was 6. could beat some 12 year olds.
Never about anger. I just liked to compete. Fighting was a competition in the simplest form.
Haven't been in a fight fight for 20+ years....
But I still fight....everyday...whenever I can..
Still love it.
nice discipline. well done.
i see we're both sporting red profile pics. cool.
i agree with phil. on both counts.
liking the red you two have goin' on.
hey aaron? you rock. really.
o ;olr upi.
Keep up the good work, Babe.
hey a. i meant to tell you i love that picture. and as always, your writing. you take me there.
good morning, a. <3
That's a hell of a lot of strength. Congratulations.