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whocarz · 07-29-2004, 12:12 AM

Well, the fight was basically like this:
Mom: Turn down the music!
Me: Ok (turn down music a small amount)
Mom: More!
Me: God damn it, I turned it down already.

Continue til we are both screaming at each other and she threatens to kick me out of the house. Mind you I didn't have anywhere to go. She says she's calling the cops, and that's when I lost it. Hit the door, put a hole in it, hit it again and it cracks in half. Then I kick the bottom half into my room. My mother is stunned and doesn't do anything. My grandma was living with us at the time goes over to the neighbors and calls the cops. I decide I need to get the fuck out of there and chill at a friend's house. Get dressed and start walking down the street. Get a couple hundred yards when a cruiser pulls up to me and asks who I am. I tell him, he asks me to get in the car. By the way, this cop was fucking cool. Didn't act like a dick and wasn't power tripping because he gets to carry a gun. We talked a little bit, he said he sympathized because he had a fucked up family situation when he was young. Get to the house where another cop is already there. Go inside, here is Bad Cop of the Good Cop/Bad Cop equation. He reads me the riot act. I don't say shit except for "Yes massa', no massa'" to him. They make me agree to go to anger management, or else I'll be forced to go by court order. Mom doesn't press charges, they leave, I tell my mom and grandma I'm sorry I'm a shithead and cry like a baby. Last time I've cried, but it felt good. Went to therapy once, told the guy everything that's wrong with me, since I know what my problems are and where they stem from. He doesn't really tell me anything useful. I tell my mom that once is enough, and any more therapy is a waste of time. Years later, haven't yelled at my mom once. I'd say there was a lot of shit seething under the surface, and it had to come out at some point. Thankfully, I have enough judgement even when I'm in a murderous rage to not attack people I love. It is also extremely hard to piss me off, but when I blow, it's like a volcano.

Well, that's just one story from my fucked up life. I've got tons more, but I'm afraid I've already bored you guys by now.

By the way, I think it's kind of funny that I'd tell this story in Paranoia, when it really belongs in Living. Oh well.

07-29-2004, 12:12 AM	#29 (permalink)
whocarz Jarhead Location: Colorado	Well, the fight was basically like this: Mom: Turn down the music! Me: Ok (turn down music a small amount) Mom: More! Me: God damn it, I turned it down already. Continue til we are both screaming at each other and she threatens to kick me out of the house. Mind you I didn't have anywhere to go. She says she's calling the cops, and that's when I lost it. Hit the door, put a hole in it, hit it again and it cracks in half. Then I kick the bottom half into my room. My mother is stunned and doesn't do anything. My grandma was living with us at the time goes over to the neighbors and calls the cops. I decide I need to get the fuck out of there and chill at a friend's house. Get dressed and start walking down the street. Get a couple hundred yards when a cruiser pulls up to me and asks who I am. I tell him, he asks me to get in the car. By the way, this cop was fucking cool. Didn't act like a dick and wasn't power tripping because he gets to carry a gun. We talked a little bit, he said he sympathized because he had a fucked up family situation when he was young. Get to the house where another cop is already there. Go inside, here is Bad Cop of the Good Cop/Bad Cop equation. He reads me the riot act. I don't say shit except for "Yes massa', no massa'" to him. They make me agree to go to anger management, or else I'll be forced to go by court order. Mom doesn't press charges, they leave, I tell my mom and grandma I'm sorry I'm a shithead and cry like a baby. Last time I've cried, but it felt good. Went to therapy once, told the guy everything that's wrong with me, since I know what my problems are and where they stem from. He doesn't really tell me anything useful. I tell my mom that once is enough, and any more therapy is a waste of time. Years later, haven't yelled at my mom once. I'd say there was a lot of shit seething under the surface, and it had to come out at some point. Thankfully, I have enough judgement even when I'm in a murderous rage to not attack people I love. It is also extremely hard to piss me off, but when I blow, it's like a volcano. Well, that's just one story from my fucked up life. I've got tons more, but I'm afraid I've already bored you guys by now. By the way, I think it's kind of funny that I'd tell this story in Paranoia, when it really belongs in Living. Oh well. __________________ If there exists anything mightier than destiny, then it is the courage to face destiny unflinchingly. -Geibel Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills it like all else. -Marcus Aurelius Come on, you sons of bitches! Do you want to live forever? -GySgt. Daniel J. "Dan" Daly Last edited by whocarz; 07-29-2004 at 12:15 AM..