My story is kind of similar to wills, but different in alot of ways.
I started Tae-kwon-do when i was just under the age of 4. i guess it was my parents fucked up way of babysitting. none the less i had almost no muscle mass and was skinny as hell (i still am, check out my picture if you need too.) in 9th grade i weighed probably all of 125-130 lbs.
One night before a punk show (Clit 45 is you care) my friend, a total stranger who we just met and myself were walking around Orlando, trying to consume half our body wright in jim beam and old english. Normally whisky keeps me calm. Hell, im pretty peaceful 99% of the time, just the way i was brought up. But on this night something snapped.
Some older guys, maybe in their mid 20's said something to piss my friend off. I didn’t hear exactly what they said, nor did I care. mind you, i was only about 15 at the time. Well, at this time the beast came out. Foolishly, i walked over to the trio and pushed over the first bike of theirs i came upon. The guys bike who i kicked over walked up to me, shoulder out, chest puffed, incredible pissed off and tryed to push me to my ass. i got 1 solar pexus/nut sack combo in before i got the living shit kicked out of me by the rest of his "posse.”
i woke up infront of the venue we were walking towards, no memory of being knocked out cold. i was carried over by the guy I was trying to defend. It’s a night ill never forget.
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First they came for the Jews and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for the communists and I did not speak out because I was not a communist.
Then they came for the trade unionists and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for me And there was no one left to speak out for me.
-Pastor Martin Niemoller
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