Just read a great post on violence over at my man Chris’ blog, Confessions of a badboy in Japan. If you don’t know his work, better get over there, peep the post, and drop a comment if you’re so inclined.
Here’s a link to the post: Violence (It’s what you’d love to do)
See, this is why I love this guy!
He makes me really friggin’ feel and think, just what an aspiring writer needs. This cat has a swagger that’s staggering. Audacious. Unflinching. I’m awed. What an inspiration!
Anyway, here’s what I had to say in response:
See, this is the kind of shit that makes me love you while at the same time gives me pause about you, yo!
I’m that mofo repressing really violent feelings and channeling that shit into creativity, and I fear (probably without warrant) that if I should give in to my violent impulses I might lose the desire or the ability to get it out in writing.
Beyond that, I grew up with two older brothers who were Mike Tysons on the streets without gloves, and there were no fucking rules. What? The guy’s bigger? Grab a garbage can! What, he has a gun? Run! Hope that mofo chases you, and catch his ass ninja style while he’s trying to be the Sundance Kid.
Come home bloodied, high on the adrenalin of having robbed an armored truck and escaped custody by beating a cop’s ass not three blocks away from the crib…take a shower, change your clothes, go back out. Don’t see him again for a month or so until I go bring him some long johns and commissary money (in jail), kicking it with him, watching his disfigurement because once the cops caught up with him he’d gotten it for whipping their colleague’s ass.
The guy he smashed with the garbage can? He can’t get his hands on him cuz he’s locked up but he knows who his little brother is ( Loco) and though he’s a “civilian” he better watch his fucking back on the Ave, cuz if I see him, he’s gonna catch one. So, I’m walking around with a hoodie listening to the streets (cuz they be talking.)
All this shit is in my head! And most of it insists violence begets violence and once you open up that can of worms it’s on like you’d never believe.
I know I have a charmed fucking life, having grown up amid the craziest shit and came out virtually blemish-less with two fights under my belt. And I believe part of the reason that has occurred is because I forsake violence for violence sake as a primal directive, and did something for my karma and kept the violence around me from impacting me significantly.
I’m probably wrong. It’s probably just a superstition, but it has saved many a Japanese man from getting the ass whipping my soul informs me he deserves and needs, for fear of setting in motion a cycle of violence that, due to my charmed fucking existence, I’m probably ill-prepared to handle.
But every time I read your comments and now your posts, you make me feel like a ridiculous fucking pussy, a goddamn masochist, non-violent to a cowardly fault. After this post god help me, I hope I don’t go out and smash the next fucker who trespasses on my good nature and karma inspired restraint!
Anyway, thought I’d get that off my chest.
Thanks Chris! Just what I needed. In my book, it’s almost as good as drop kicking some asshole who needs it.
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