Part Two of "No Subject"

         Now that my friend has picked me up,we pull over to assess the damage to me. As far as we can tell,the only thing broken is my nose. I do look like a walking "human bruise". No part of my body isn't covered in bruises. I might have a concussion,or a bunch of 'em for that matter,we can't tell. Hospital,doctor?? No way,they ask too many questions when people have boot marks all over them. This will be settled later,when I get back to the club.

          I really wish I could tell you that I busted out with moves like Bruce Lee,and kicked everyone's ass that night. It just dosen't happen that way. No matter how good you THINK you are,these guys were like a bunch of cats playing with just ONE mouse. For that one night,my name was MOUSE!

           I went home,but there was already a "War Council" meeting there;they knew what would happen to me.The saddest part of all of this---I knew FULL WELL what would happen to me,but I went anyway! I HAD to! I was part of the gang...it HAD to be done. Besides,I was now exempt from the battle that I knew was coming.

         Through what we called "runners",both clubs agreed ;no guns. Chains,clubs,knives,and anything else was allowed. No one else got the crap beat out of them untill the actual street-fight. But a strange thing happened: I got the respect of my guys,naturally,but the prez of the other club actually sent a runner to say that I had his respect.

         I certainly don't remember much of that night when I went to him with the warning to leave. I guess that I was a little fuzzy on some of the details of how his guys "played" that night. But one thing stuck with him....I never gave in,and begged them to stop. Hmmm,that could be because of a couple kicks to the head,just as all of the "fun" started that night! I know it was light when they tossed me into the street the next morning,and my friend that picked me up said that it was after 7:00 am,that's about it. So,a boot to the head won me some measure of respect?? Uhhh,ok.

            There was a street battle that took place,and the other group quietly slinked away to lick their wounds,and leave town. I was happier than everyone else---I would NEVER have to go back there;and I would never have to make "first contact" with  another gang. I earned my stripes that night,and I knew it. Now,so do you.

                                Holla' If You Hear Me!!!

No Subject

         Come,my children,and listen at my feet,as I tell of tales too true to be make-believe!!

            The year is 1975; It is nighttime,in an abandoned warehose somewhere in the city. Steppenwolf plays loudly from the turn-table...the smell of marijhuana hangs heavy in the air,people are milling around. Beer,wine,whiskey,and some concoction brewed from mushrooms is being passed around.

             Talk of motorcycles is rampant,so is the talk of "cleaning up" the neighborhood.Translated,this means that a rival gang has moved in,and needs to be set straight on the "rules". Rules that they NEED to know to survive in this town.

              Rule # 1; There is only room in this part of town for ONE motorcycle gang,and WE were here FIRST!  Rule # 2;there are only three RULES!   Rule # 3; See RULE # 1 !

             As the night goes on,and the booze and drugs flow heavier,it is decided that there is only ONE person to deliver this message to the "other" gang,and be able to come back alive; That victim would be ME! To turn down this "oppurtunity" would make me look weak;to embrace it could kill me......I have NO CHOICE,I must choose to perform this "duty". "You'll be fine" I am told; I do not share their optimisim.

           I walk the few blocks to the other "club's" hang-out---I don't need my bike stolen as well,or worse,busted up! I am greeted at the door by two of their "finest".Translation---biggest,and meanest. I ask to see their "prez". I am stripped of all clothing,and left with only my under wear...I am supposed to be "thankful" for being allowed to keep that! I am taken before their leader. This can only end badly for "the kid"..............

           I deliver the message,"you are NOT welcome in this part of town". He laughs,I tell him that I am VERY SERIOUS! He admires the "guts" that it took for me to come alone,and un-armed. I tell him this is his one,and ONLY chance to leave without incident,and he should heed my warning. The "prez" seems to no longer be amused with me,at least in the current context that he is "amused" with me." Time for some fun", he declares. This is where it goes badly for the kid.

         I am 15 at the time,but I have put myself in the boots of a much older man by coming here. His first order to his men???? "Don't kill him,I want him to go back to them". This isn't as merciful as it sounds,believe me. I actually pray for death as I am fighting---there is NO WAY to win;I can only hope that I make a good-enough showing so that they will go "easy" on me. They don't think like I do!

         It was 10:00 pm when I arrived at the other club's place.....it was 7:00 am when I was hauled out to the street,and dropped in the gutter. I had lived,now all I need to do was get back to my place. I was picked up by a non-biker friend a couple of blocks away...I am surprised that he even knew who I was.

                        To be continued...............

          

Faith--or the lack thereof

        God-a simple,three-letter word. Spelled backwards it is "dog". I have heard it all my life "everyone believes in a God of some sort". REALLY?? EVERYONE???  Stop pissing  down my back,and telling me it's raining! Not EVERYONE believes in a God. You have just met one of those people. Before I go any farther,let me just say that my wife,and my children DO believe....completely. I have no problem with that. I only go on what I see...I have never "seen" God.

       I have heard all the crap about God is in your heart--bullshit! I will never understand all of the people who say that ANYTHING that happens was because of GOD! God lets little babies die,for no good reason? God lets people die in car-crashes for no apparent reason? God lets MILLIONS die in wars for no good reason? Why can't GOD stop any of these things??? Let's all look up right now,and ask GOD to stop ALL of the senseless killing in the world---didn't work,now did it?

       Because we believe in some non-existant God,and Muslims believe in Allah,we hate each other?? Again,I say "bullshit"! Look back at the history of the world; how many wars have been fought over religion? Too damn many! Fighting for land is one thing...but fighting for something as non-tangible as Religion?? It's just stupid!

       This entire business with the terrorists is nothing more than a religious thing! They have even declared a "jihad"--a "holy war",against the "western world". I firmly believe, because of their religious beliefs,most of these little Mid-Eastern countries have never become civilized after THOUSANDS of years of being populated! Throw it down,and walk away.

       What has GOD done for me? Some folks say if not for God,I wouldn't be here; please shut up! If two people didn't have sex at a certain time,THEN I wouldn't be here! "If it weren't for God,you wouldn't be breathing"---kiss my ass! My brain likes living,so it sends a signal to my body to breathe,I don't even have to remember to do it! God makes the trees,flowers,and other plants--What??? Tell some farmer next year to leave his fields alone,and GOD will make things grow for him/her---then sit back and watch them starve!!

       Why haven't ANY of these "Near Death Survivors" told of seeing God,and not someobscure Aunt,or Uncle,or a grandparent? Because you can't see what does not exist! A "bright light in a tunnell"??? That's a train,stupid,and your name is on it!!

Not Much Better---

I swear,nothing is better today! I think I have been too long without seeing a head-doctor. We have one close by,but the shit-head may spend two minutes  with me every three months,and comes up with some new medicine I can't afford,and then bitches when I don't get the medicine! I think I FINALLY impressed upon him the  fact that he is VERY lucky to still be walking!! Needless to say,I am NOT allowed to see him anymore! 

         "Fuck 'em and feed 'em fish-heads!!" That's what I always say!  I seem to be taking everything personally here of late.I seem to have this "whole world can kiss my ass" outlook. I know it was there before!! Shut up,and sit your ass down!! Let me finish---it just seems worse than before.

        Self-diagnosis:maybe my mom died,and I never got a lot of things "finished" with her?? Maybe she died,and never admitted she was wrong,wouldn't even admit ANY of what she had done? I tried to talk to her about things before she passed away,but she just said that those things NEVER happened! All she had to say was that it was wrong...I never expected her to appoligize---that just wasn't her "style".

       Fuck it! She is gone,and I will make sure that the entire world suffers---I will unleash my wrath upon ANY who are STUPID enough to piss me off! Now,to find that stupid-ass doctor...........

People who piss me off!

People who piss me off?That would be everyone,

They get in my head,and make a sound like a hum.

I can't stand them,I wish they would just go,

Maybe I'll go insane,and lay them all low.

 

I hate these bastards,they make me so mad,

They better back-off,'fore they wish they had!

My mind speaks to me,sinister and low,

It says,"these freaks need to go!"

 

My mind screams,and lets me know just how it feels,

I'll have these bastards beg for mercy,as to me they kneel!

People try to mold me into their "vision",

I'm about to explode like nuclear fission!

 

Leave me! You just make me ill,

Don't push me,don't make me kill!

I live in a different world than you,

better move,before you live there too!

 

I don't care if you scream,beg,or cry

just more for me to laugh at as you die!

You can live in the country,or in the town,

I don't care,you are goin' down!

 

So when you go to bed,and say your prayers,

Just pray that I am not there!

I come silent,like a thief in the night,

I'll snatch your soul,you won't even see the "light"!

 

Holla' If You Hear Me!!!

If you use my work,and DON'T put my name to it,I will hunt you down,and..........

Bite Me!!!

 I am so pissed off,I could bite nails in half!! It seems to have just been one of "those" days!! I am not sure what happened,it just seems that everything has gone wrong!!! I think the worst is my 12 year old daughter actually ARGUING with our (nearly) four year old GRAND-DAUGHTER!!  I am about one click away from totally smacking her!

         I had to buy a new starter,and battery for my riding mower...it starts,and runs,and now it quits for NO apparent reason!!! Screw it!! Tomorrow HAS to be better,it certainly CAN'T get any worse! If it does,I don't want to be here!

       I feel like I could just start screaming,and beating the hell out of people,and NEVER stop!!!!  GOD DO I NEED SOME DRUGS!!!!!!

                                 Holla' If You Hear Me!!!

Rambling---

     Wednesday here. Nothing much to talk about. I at least wanted to check in,and not neglect my own journal! My grandson is just over five months now,and my grand-daughter will be four years old in less than a month! Damn,time has a way of sneaking past you when you aren't even looking!

      I have a daughter that will be 21 next month,my anniversary is next month,married 22 years,and my grand-daughter's birthday is next month!! Plus the fourth of July....I go broke in the month of July!

        I like to come here...no pressure,I can just imagine a few people sitting around in a half-circle,and we are all swapping stories. It doesn't matter who we are,where we come from;what race,religion,creed,whatever. We just sit,and relate to each other...f**k the rest of the world for a while. Let them keep their prejudices,their hate,their wars,and strife....it stays outside the circle!

       I love to write,I also love to read,as a matter of course. Come here,and tell me YOUR stories...you know my address,so send them to me. I always say that everyone has at least ONE story...they HAVE to have one. No way can you live your life,and not have at least one story. True or not,doesn't matter. If you can talk,you can write! It's just that simple! No excuses...none! Just send me your stories. I don't want to use them,just read them. If you want to see them here,just tell me,and I will put them up!  We ARE limited to 25,000 characters.

                                   Holla' If You Hear Me!!!