Originally Posted by BBC3
Jayho, I am starting to understand what some were referring to psychologically. Thats simply too freaking much!!!!! You cant live life like that regardless of the circumstances. I dont know how young you are, stretch and Iron are pretty young too. All you guys are probably too young for juice if you dont see the "wrong" in that story. I'll tell you why. Whether its right or wrong regarding your instinct. Your hippocritical society will lock your ass up..... A day or 3 in a county will give you ALL clarity. Trust me, cops aint Cool enough to let you off, and thats a dangerous game you play there. I am only including stretch as he has dialogued this threat. Iron has gone nothing but hot to trot with his juice. Jayho, is the furthest out I have seen. There is clearly some misguided intelligence there. You need to turn down a notch long enough to pin down some issues and do away with them.
I can sit here preaching, but unfortunately my words may only ring in your head when its too late... Easy there, back off, and all that stuff. Thats just too hot. Your gonna wind up buning at societies proverbial stake if your not carefull. You dont want that......
I appreciate the concern. I understand the "calm down" sentiments.
But all i'm doing is what the world taught me to do. No one fucks with me. And you know what?? when people learn not to fuck with the man that looks kinda like the SuperBad fat guy. They learn that he actually has a deep empathy for everyone. He does what he can to improve people's life, b/c he's sensative.
Having a shitty day? worried about getting shitcanned b/c of job accidents.
Worried about the bills and the family suffering? Depressed and despondant?
Enter Jon... the big sensy. (sensitive)
"Don't worry man, i know your a good guy and a better worker. If worst does come to worst, I'll write a good reference for you. You're good at what you do... *pat him on the back* Even if these Cocks in the office are dum enough to chop off their balls... just remember...... NOBODY can ever get enough to fill their sack..... the worm will definetely turn for you my friend."
Also, BBC3, if someone tries to fight me in the middle of nowhere, i will try to run to a camera or to witnesses. I don't start shit.
The big black man was not the first case of Jon in a *coulda died* situation.
Another time at work, this biker would not leave me the fuck alone. He's got a Fifedom, complete with Jesters and Chambermaids.
He's honestly the best shittalker i have ever seen. And has a reputation as an off the Job Knife Fighter.
He was really riding me one day, (i hit back verbally.. but this kinda Sociopath lives for this shit... he was wearing me down)
He wouldn't stop.
I blocked his path from the office to the exit door.
Don't feel like typing all the details of the story. (my back hurts, ruptured disk)
I essentially said, don't fuck with me. He essentially said, RAWR! When he raised his voice i raised mine louder. When he was talking calm, i sounded like a CSI Boss.
He'd lost enough face just by having someone stand up to him in front of the whole office.
He reached for his back pocket where it is known he keeps his knife.
I started yelling at him. "You'd better not pull that shit, you'll go to jail for the rest of your life if you use it. I got one too... i got something in my back pocket that will get you dead quicker than you can kill me!"
He backed down.
At the council of bosses and workers of suspicion... I almost got shitcanned. In the heat of the moment i didn't process the ambigous threat of "i got something in my back pocket that will get you dead quicker!" might mean that i had a gun in my backpocket....
They believed the truth... that i was referring to a knife of my own.
They tried to crucify my with the bullshit of "he may have been reaching for the phone in his back pocket... and he may have just been scratching his ass..."
I pointed out that this man was a knifefighter who had threatened to kill someone before. That he had said before that he wanted to.. "brake *****'s neck"
Given the context i was justified in trying to preempt a knife attack in whatever manner i could manage.
But.. yeah.. i survived. Still got my job... and more importantly (to me) i have my respect.
I told you guys i was not shitting. That "i would rather spill every last drop of life" than take any more abuse.
I researched what was causing me to "wuss" out and get "scared" i found out what it was chemically, i found out how to counteract it. I found out what caused it... and i aggressively tracked down dr.s to prescribe it to me.
I also learned with my first doctor that most docs don't like you to just show up and say what you think is wrong with you because of xxxxx symptoms... and i need xxxxx tests.
So, it's a worthy journey so far. And besides, in the grand scheme of things, would a bullet in my brain really be such a tragedy? How many die in Iraq? How many in accidents? Cancer? etc... i'm sure i would regret it in the moment... before i accepted i was going to die. Before the sociopath i angered pulled the trigger.... but, 'this 2 shall pass'.