It´s worst if you know

I know I can engage, american military term to “hit or kill”,
I was in the Spanish Legion, believe that or not, that is fact.
Unfortunately I know this about me, specially today,
was not yesterday,
but two fucking Marrocans trying to rob me?
They are no dummies, me neither, I knew if giving them a little bait,
they will wait as I was talking about other things for again a bait,
back in my head I was ready, hence giving them mental money, let them
see where the money was (in my right socket) and let them…
Happened what I thought, but two against me? And they couldn´t even do shit,
I do know how to fight and will slap the shit of you if not today it won´t be
yesterday nor tomorrow day, I will get you when you least expect it.
Or they might get me that is, goes both ways.
I actually thought was fun, I knew how to perfectly react through not only
the so called fight, but looking at their eyes, their words, and me thinking
“this shit is going down for real and is no newsreal”, how the fuck did
I react so good? I got to give it to having a steady head under preassure,
real pressure that is both mentally and physically and knowing what I have to do
in each type of environment, men, just all the variables. Again it could backfire,
not this time though, they got the worst, I don´t even feel any pain in my body,
my face preciouse as grace, my body so haaardy and now after talking to dad to
cheer him up ( I think he is now realizing that he does have a tough motherfucker kid
now that mom is gone to heaven, she probably told him before who I was, she always said
even as a kid I liked adrenaline too much and physical altercations and since dad
was never around physically, that is not to say he loves this crazy kid, so called kid,
she probably told him ” Yes, believe it or not this is your son and you take care of him”.
I don´t need that hymn, from him, but ofcourse is always nice to hear his calm voice,
that I do believe I make a difference in that calm voice. Kind of weird now without mom.
Anyways anyhows! I play my bows…. just rhyming, the so called thefts went out with
not a healthy face to put it that way. Not proud of me for what I did, I should me smarter,
just testing them is how I have fun which is not good for them in this case.

2 comments

  1. When reacting to these situations, I think of a quote by Archilochus, “We don’t rise to the level of our expectations, we fall to the level of our training”. They probably train you hard in the Spanish Legion. Being mentally tough and not letting the robbers enter your psychological space is important to survive and thrive. Last night, a friend mentioned about playing with the pain, not letting it get to you.

    1. I´m sure you are extremely well versed in books, academics, and obviously in life.
      I always had a propensity to defend myself as a kid, to establish myself amongst a bunch of sharks, put of those sharks were in the Legion. You have to earn the title to be part of them and is not an easy process. About that specific situation of these idiots trying to rob me, I actually do remember, thinking when I was down on my ass, I´ll stay down for a bit, literally went from being on my ass to dropping to my back, I could move as they came since I had a fence behind me so the only way they could come was in front of me, hence it is hard believe it or not, to really get some good punches or even kicks in when you have a guy in the ground, believe it or not, I used that tactic for about 5 seconds and when I saw my opportunity I jumped up and just gave them their little surprise. As always in those situations you have to be quick and very violent. Again not proud of it, but they were not going to steal from me. Plus having assesed these guys for an afternoon, as well as they were assesing me. I knew which one of the two I had to knock down first, the other one hesitated as I knew he would and then he got it. Living in a town like this one….. you got to do certain things if need be. Hopefully it is now a forethough for them, although I doubt it. They got embarassed infront of their friends, word will get out so I can expect some retaliation in some form, or maybe not. Not to worried about it to tell you the truth.

      I´ll go phylosophical on you, there was this
      great philosopther that said ” pain is temporary, it can last a minute, a month, years, but is temporary” Mabe I made that one up from no famous philosopher.

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