Memory Lane....

I generaly always go back to this ol faithfull trip in my wrinkled over gray spot some call a brain . With the help of the Evil One it is no big task at all , he likes to be in control of the rewind button on the movie projecter up there . A little about the past that always gets me upset and frustrated is the fact that when I was young I got the great words of my father .... " If you cant talk your way out of a fight , run away - live to run another day " . Yea that work out so well in middle school , got my ass beat almost every day for 3 years cause I was to afraid to fight back , I would run like a screaming girl down any street or alley I could run to get away , only to be caught to be beat on time and time again . I would never fight back because of the most imoprtant message my father ever taught me , run you little bitch run ... ther is no exaggeration on the beatings from kids from the 6th to 8th grade for my whole middle school stay , 3 years almost on a daily basis . The Evil One likes to go back alot to those most precious times and cut me deep , so deep that I need a transfusion of reality to slap my dome to keep me on the narrow road of sanity as most pepole call it . Evil Bastard does that quick rewind to the times I would see the cool kids - a.k.a. the bullies - as they would head my way , mostly in school because I could not escape to the streets or my favorite get home with no beating the gutter . I could fit in the opening at the street in to the storm drain and could follow the tubes to come up on my street about 1/2 mile away . I would get the shit beat out of me and with the words of Father ringing in my head I never fought back never once did I through a punch back . At the end of 8th grade is the Evil Bastards most cherished event , when the big bully came up to apologize for the wrong he had done to me during the year . I like the scared shaking shit that I was reached for his left hand to accept , when he had my hand he squeezed it and pulled me in to a right hand that landed right on the side off my eye that cracked my eye socket . The Evil One has a little bit of good in him because he play the next clip with that one , I made a promise to my self that day . I WILL NEVER GO DOWN WITH OUT A FIGHT AGAIN . If I get to go home and nurse my wounds , then my enemy gets to go home in pain also . The day after my hit to the eye socket was the last day of 8th grade and the bully was getting in his locker , I ran up and slmed the locked on his arms and when he fell on the ground I put the Nazi stomp to his dome over and over until a coach pulled me in the air like a sack of potatos and I was dragged to the office. From that day to this one right now I will never back down , run , or show fear to another piece of shit that wants to do me harm . Now I tell myself - NEVER RUN * STAND AND FIGHT - like my ancestors of the Great Isle of Ireland .
P.A.