Bragging Rights

Demon wrote:Then go to sleep and quit reading my posts - problem solved.

Imagine there being such a simple solution!

Demon wrote:Then go to sleep and quit reading my posts - problem solved.

im going to make a thread bitching about this!

I guess that scrap I mentioned earlier could qualify as dangerous, exciting, amusing and illegal. But it's no fun to blow my whole wad on a one sentence anecdote. So I'll give you folks some more if you want to play. I can't sleep anyway. Airing this stuff in front of antisocials is good practice too. I'm about to take on some political and legal stuff, and I consider this forum a good place to spar with people who (sometimes? Often?) think like the lawyers and politicians who won't give a rat's ass about girlie feelings and bleeding heart causes. Power. Money. Sex. In that order. That's all they care about.

The scrap happened like this: I was walking alone, looking for a light when 3 kids walked by me--2 boys and a girl, between about 16 and 21 years old. The boy had a lit cigarette in his hand, so I asked him for a light. The brat had the gall to say no! I mean, am I that old? Where I'm from, you never refuse somebody a light. It's not just bad manners. It's a diss. So I cussed him and called him a stupid little punk and yadayada, hoping he'd come at me and give me the satisfaction of carving him up. No such luck. His frikkin cupcake jumped on me instead. The girl must have been high, stupid, in love, or all 3. The dumbass move she tried on me looked like it came from some cheesy ass wrestling video game. She ran at me, jumped up in the air, grabbed a handful of my hair, and brought her dainty little fist down on my cheek. Even with all the extra momentum, and me letting her get the first shot in bc I didn't want to do time for beating a minor, Cupcake barely made my sunburn peel. My hands were twisted all through her hair at that point. The bitch pulled my hair first. I always take that as permission to fight dirty. I guaged my headbutting space and realized that there was nothing to butt. The dummy didn't even come up to my nose, and she was all of 115 lbs. WTF?!? was she thinking? I'm 5'7" and about the size Ann was in this clip from 1977:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gpNqB4d ... re=related

(Yeah, I've been going through a chubby phase for the last year. I've been Deborah's size too--people tell me I look like her, skinny or not. I fight better when I'm a little thicker.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXewIR7Y ... re=related

Long story short. I didn't want to take a chance on dropping my luggage to put a proper beating on her, just so her little punk friends could run off with it, so I played on their egomaniacal adolescent invincibility beliefs, and pretended she put me down. I took my 2 fistfuls of hair with me, gouging every part of her face I could reach while she fell with me. Risky move, I know. But I figured I could gamble on the fact that those boys didn't want to give me an excuse to cut them. And the 30 lbs of luggage was pissing me off. I bounced her head off the concrete a few times, yanking out more and more hair. Megan Fox turned into Neil Young I had to hide a bit of admiration when Cupcake actually managed to get back up with me clawing at her head. Then she tried to hit me again. It was all I could do to not chew her frikkin nose right off her face. I gouged her eyes instead. Both thumbnails in and hooked, pushed left with the left, right with the right, screaming nasty names at her the whole time.

She said "get her off me" in this tiny little voice. Little Man stepped in, but still wouldn't put a hand on me. F**ker. I wanted to cut him so bad. But I had to let him go. I figured I was already in enough trouble if somebody in the *audience* wanted to call the police. There must have been about 40 people gawking at us from their porches by the time cupcake hobbled away with her little doodz. I must learn not to howl and shriek when I'm pissed off.

Am I bragging? Absolutely not. It's like Mr. No One said, that's just where I've lived and what I had to do to survive. Through no fault of my own, I've been homeless 3 times in 25 years. (Those details will be up on the anti-psych forum in a few days if any of you are interested. It's another epic.) A majority of people believe what Zach_31 expressed on the Morality post when it comes to homeless people. A majority of them also mistake me for a hooker. (ICK!! I've never. Would never!) So I walk with a hammer in my knapsack, a blade in my pocket, and a big padlock in my other pocket. Just in case. I only fight to defend myself, and think of it more as a chore, like doing the dishes. But I have to admit I do take pleasure in it while it's happening. Kinda like the satisfaction I get from looking at a cupboard full of nice clean plates.

I claim bragging rights for the fact that I can sing like Ann Wilson. I can sing like Deborah Harry too, but I'm not a big fan. Another thing I want to do before I die is master the guitar, if only to make a modest living busking. I played a little in high school before the hard times hit and I had to sell my guitar to feed myself. Kids and life and stuff got in the way for awhile, but I think I'm ready to love my music again. I also want to publish my Opus. I'm playing with some SF storylines. Who knows? I might even make some money with my writing.

I'm housed now, but I'm still poor. I haven't done any time since Juvie, but I do still break the law. It's considered welfare fraud where I am to borrow $50 from your mom and not tell them about it. If you do tell them, they call it a gift, even if you have to pay it back, and they take it out of your next check. I guess I commit a lot of welfare fraud. I've also broken into places to find a safe place to sleep, away from those godawful preachy shelter workers. I'm not shy about 5-finger discounts when I'm hungry enough. I've talked my way out of being ticketed for hitchhiking more times than I can remember. And, like I said, I have to fight sometimes. I've never picked a pocket or robbed a person with a weapon. But I think about it all the time now. There are so many creeps on the road when I hitchhike. It would be so gratifying to watch some of these idiots suffer. Who needs therapy when you have a nice little hammer?

I don't know if any of you care to look away from the threadjacking and arguing long enough to read all of this (I'm half wondering if I took a wrong turn and ended up in the in the ADD forum ) Lemme know if there's anything else you want to know.

I was expecting some feedback from Demon.

EmpathySucks wrote:I was expecting some feedback from Demon.

I don't know what kind of feedback you were hoping for. I did actually read her post though. Sounds like she knows how to handle herself on the streets.

Demon wrote:

EmpathySucks wrote:Quite sure. Why?

You give off that impression. All this talk of sex is a cover. I know how people like you think. I've been psycho-analyzing people for years. I get inside their head and see how their mind words and yours, like most others is rather predictable. I know you better than you know yourself. Your vulnerabilities and insecurities are blatantly obvious.

This.

I'm bored as f*ck. I can't be bothered talking about that at the moment.

I thought you might have some insight as a professional forum psychoanalyst.

..I'd prefer just the anal part though.

Demon wrote:Yeah, Vitor Belfort kicks ass. He's a very controlled fighter. He's got some serious strength in those punches he throws.

His hand speed is amazing too and he's been around since the early days of the UFC. I've always liked him. I'm not sure if I have an actual "favourite" fighter though. There's a lot.

Thanx Demon. At least somebody read my post.

It sux that this thread got derailed. I thought your topic idea was interesting. I was hoping for some thought provoking and sincere (if not honest in the way I understand honesty) discussion from other members on this forum. I guess most of the high functioning types have other things to do this weekend