I have often wondered where my future in this stupid blog deal
might end up. Who knows? Are you still doing it? This blog might be my
last after my last surgery. Or, perhaps not; we'll see.Boy, this might be scary. (To me at least)
Yes,
I always hate the men who like to beat up or just physically pick on,
well, anyone. Some divorces might end up from other progressively
emotional attacks. That subject might be yet another story. In this
case, my experience on this early time in my life was, for me, a very
interesting case. In my case, gosh, about 25 years ago, was a
relatively large man that "enjoyed" beating his wife.
This
is an interesting story from yet another rich's blogs for today. I have
absolutely no idea of why I have remembered this occurrence. This thing
did happen in my life. I was a young guy - ya know - 23 years or so.
I
was freshly out of college and I was living in a place called Fullerton
in Southern California. I was calling it home with my mate in a two
story kind of cool apartment with some friends that were living just
down the aisle but often came over to my place in order to play cards
or whatever. In any case there was a woman that existed
I'm not exactly sure how to tell this story but - here goes.
Let
me present this minor story in its own correct order of importance. I
wonder if I can get that order right. I do have the correct honest
statements. I'll give those that are "my" version a try.
Have
I ever been in any serious fights? Of course not. I'm just another
peaceful person. In reality, I'm just a wimp. I never look
forward to engaging in any physical war with anyone else. I'm not a
large man. I'm just a little guy.
One
evening at my apartment on any Friday night you want to pick, a group
of friends were all sitting around playing cards or doing whatever a
bunch of kids just do on those days. On a certain occasion we began to
hear the various available "emanating" sounds together with a woman
that lived upstairs from us basically being beat up by her "boyfriend".
My
mate announced that we were going to immediately do a somewhat very
incorrect social activity; She was going to call the cops - and she
did. Instead, I said that I was going upstairs and putting a temporary
halt to this crazy guy (oh yeah both I and the rest of our neighbors
all knew him). So I went upstairs. Another guy, a friend of mine,
followed me up. His name was Russ - just as crazy a guy - but even
smaller than I was. What happened?Our neighbor named Karen, had
disappeared into her bathroom perhaps in order to hide - no she didn't-
I didn't mean that of course - the next day she sported a "marvelous
black eye". When the guy showed up immediately we were already in his
living room. "We're just standing here until the cops show up", we said.
That's
when he hit Russ with his fist. Russ' teeth were between his lips and
the man's fist. Damn. Too bad. Russ' blood was everywhere.
Shit!
What do you think that I was supposed to do at that point? "Hey bro
(American language), I'm here to look after my friend Karen. If you
want to pick on someone your own size..." Ahm duh, that's all I said.
Yeah, he took his best swing at me. Ahm, he missed. I just wanted to
look after the woman locked in the bathroom. This guy was between me
and the exit door which I was looking for at that time....
This part of my story will just remain missed. What in the hell went on here?
I'll
tell you the "cops" did eventually arrive. What an interesting
story. What the f*ck kept them? What happpened? Who was arrested. Yep
it was me. I went to jail because I was in her apartment. What
a story. In your lives, have anyone ever been attacked? Who was this
guy? I know his name but no name ever belonging to anyone like him will
ever make "my" blog. I'll just refer to him as "the asshole". This guy
left in an ambulance on that evening. No joke. I left with a big grin
in a police car. No joke either.
Nothing is meant to be cute about this story. I do have a couple of "nice things" to end this story.
#1:
I always did have a lot of friends. Who knows why? As this turned out
about 5 or 6 guys went to visit the A-hole in his Emergency Room.
Strange things did happen. I have no idea what they said to this man.
All legal charges against me that evening absolutely disappeared by
magic.
#2: I would love to remember that
Karen had always liked me too. Strangely, I was already married. Karen
married Russ. Hopefully his lip worked as well as it should have on
their honeymoon.
My best regards and peace to everyone,
rich
p.s.Just
prior to my late broken arm which is currently healing nicely I worked
(volunteer) as a 5th Dan Kempo Sensei for a local Dojo here on Oahu. As
I have already said, I'm a very peaceful guy. I like to think of Kempo
as a kind of Karate - meaning "empty hands". Perhaps that isn't
entirely correct. Look also at some other martial arts that we worked
with: Jujitsu or Kobudo. They're all beautiful and also entirely
peaceful.
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