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Album:The Way Of The Fist (Edited)
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This weekend, every thing was pointing against me, so with my son, wife, and brother-in-law in the car, I got cut off by a car full of teenagers, I let it slide, when they were driving too slow, I put on the blinker and started to pass, when I was dangerously cut off again with no blinker, I let it go. I followed them for about a 1/2 mile, then I had to get back over...you guesses it, they cut me off again and almost ran me off the road. I held my horn in and started yelling at them to pull over, as a smart-arse in the back seat turned around and held up his overly-large middle finger...
It was...how do you say it?...OFFICIALLY ON -> so I'm not cussing, but beeping, and flashing my lights and screaming out the window for them to pull over. They pulled over in a little parking lot of a japanese movie store, I proceeded ten more feet to a side street so I could park at an angle my son could not see...I got out and stormed over to their car and watched as all 5 guys looked me up and down and scrambled to get back in their car...but I was already there, I put my foot through the drivers rear window and sent glass all over the kid with the large finger, reached in and started to drag the driver through the rear window when I heard a girl in the car yelling, "You pussies, it's only one guy!" I couldn't get anyone out the window, so I kept kicking the outside of his car, denting the hell out of it screaming, "I only want the driver and the middle finger guy, the rest can go!"
The kid started backing up, at which point I jumped on the hood of his nice green Honda, and who the hell wants a 300 lbs gorilla on the hood of their car jumping like a maniac. I could see tears in the kids eyes, he was only like 17 or 18, I kind of hopped/fell of the hood as they tried to pull out, but traffic was thick in this area of Baltimore on Saturday night, so they couldn't get out, I managed to reach through the busted window and get a hold of Mr. Middle finger's throat, I managed to get his head out the window, I'm slapping him like a ho, screaming in his face, "Where's your middle finger now? HUH? Where's your middle finger now?!" It scared me, seeing the fear in his eyes, I used to get off on that kind of thing, but not anymore.
And although everyone who starts a war thinks that their reasoning is righteous and true, I feel horrible for acting on my anger, I recommend this to no one and don't ask anyone to look at this as something cool, it's not.
I unleashed justice of my own on their car, and middle finger guy's face, and probably the mental stability of everyone in the car…so now I will have this feeling in the back of my mind for the next 6 months that the cops will show up at my place and lock me up -> to which I shall go quietly, I would deserve it -> But I am confident that no one in that car was worried about getting my license plate number, or going to the cop that was parked with his lights flashing 3 blocks away since they had to have plenty of illegal substances in that car. But, I was expecting to get locked up Saturday night, I wasn't about to run, but after they left, the cops did not show up.
But my wife was crying, my brother-in-law will probably never look at me the same, he told me I truly scared the S&*& out of him, only one other person has ever seen my fury unleashed like that, my friend of many years Bill, and he's a crazy bastard, he said that I was an animal -> and back then, I didn't have that righteous protecting my family rage, just a I-hate-the-world-for-no-reason rage -> I got back in the car after standing there in that parking lot while a few bystanders whispered, and the store owner came out and asked if I was ok, I had cut my arm on the busted window and was dripping blood on his front sidewalk, My wife thought I was waiting there for the cops…how could I tell her that I was sick and was actually waiting for them to go get reinforcements with weapons so I could get out some more pent up rage? You can't explain that to someone…My training wanted so bad for guys with baseball bats to show up, or better yet, knives. I would have walked away from a gun, but anything less I can handle…OH how I wanted more violence, it gave me a stiffy! I wanted more, but I eventually got in the car, and my son says, "Dad, I'm ready." I asked him what he was ready for, so he said, "Let's go beat those mean guys up." I had to laugh, and apologized that he had to hear me yell, and act crazy, I'm just very glad he couldn't see what I did to them.
I hope they learned a valuable lesson, Some people don't care about killing but just for the taste of blood, some people don't mind doing damage and paying the consequence for their actions. And while I admit I don't want or need time in lock up or a lawsuit, I will gladly pay that price to know that I saw justice served for them almost killing my family 3 times in a 2 minute stretch for the simple fact he was high and didn't feel he needed to actually look where he was driving, thinking he was invisible and owned the road. I know if I took his plates down and reported it to the police that I saw some kids driving really wreckless and doing drugs, nothing would happen, and even though what I did was wrong, I would do it again to make sure that they got their come-uppins, they deserved to drive down the road and wreck and hurt everyone in that car, because unfortunately, that's probably what woulda happened….
If you see these kids, smack them around a little and tell 'em Tyler Fu&%*&% Durden sent you. There are plenty of the same little drones in a city near you, same packed little sports car with smoke pouring out the windows. Same pissed off look on their face, same dirty pimply faces, same disgusting disrespectful attitude, no matter where you live, if you go out on a Friday or Saturday night, you could probably find for or five vehicles like the one I described. I want to see a whole bunch of reports on the news about dented up, windowless sports cars all over the country, enraged parents cussing at reporters to get off their lawns complaining that they have to pay for their wise-arse kids mistakes.
I declare war on getting a law passed that says every person should have to take monthly drug tests and random weekly drug tests in order to keep or GET a license, maybe that will save some of the thousands of people who die every year from jerkoffs who have a license because they filled in ten blanks correctly at the DMV, but don't know it's wrong to drive with your knees while your taking a bong hit -> Unless your on a dirt road in the country and can't harm anyone but your own stupid self (at least that what I used to do, and my buddy was usually holding the wheel from the passenger side…sometimes)
I'm still seething about this, and I probably will for a while. I'm sorry I acted on my anger, I'm sorry I destroyed somebody's car, sorry I slapped that kid like a ho…But it felt so great! And in defense of my family, I can sleep at night knowing that my wife and son are alive. The internal struggle is what's tough, I feel bad, but at the same time, I wish I coulda broken more glass, smashed the other side of the car…
Blah, blah, blah -> Tyler's really on the half tit now!
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Tyler man, whoa. I have just my humble opinion. Next time just stop the car.
Let them go man. It's not "livin' down on your knees".
Fuck those people! You got too much to lose. If you beat one group of kids, believe me there are 1000s more like them, and worse. It would be like trying to beat back the tide of the ocean.
You got your wife and kids man. Don't let a bunch of assholes take that away. Save your energy for the good fight, for the downtrodden and oppressed.
Don't get offended, it's just the way I feel. I live in Baltimore's twin city in desolation- Trenton. And the more I fought the kids in my neighborhood for stealing, vandalism and all kinds of stuff, the worse it got. It wasn't until a friend of mine (much more positive than me) was with me when we caught them in the act. I was ready to do something stupid, but my friend asked me where the kids lived and brought the parents application for a youth program he runs. So, long story short, a few canoe trips and mountain bike rides and the kids became kids.
I don't mean to sound all after-school-special like, because believe me it's not like that out here. The wall of my house is the alleyway for drugs in our neighborhood, littered with empty baggies and gang tags (Sex, Money, Murder Bloods and Latin Kings). I even had a chop shop in my garage (unknown to me until I went in there after they renter flew the coop and tried to tow the leftover cars and parts - just to find out it was all stolen).
But we have to live here man and there are more of them than us. Be cool brother, be the last man standing. There are no old tough guys.
Q-ball -> words of truth bro, you're telling me what I needed to hear 10 minutes before I went nuts, and the thing is, I knew that. But I know what you mean I promise, I know there is no use doing what I did...I slipped up, rage built up unleashed on some poor pot heads. I have way too much to lose, I narrowly escaped that lifestyle in the first place!
I do get fed up, some highed up junkie doing 90 mph crashes into a caravan, killing 2 adults and 3 children, but he lives...just the way twisted fatee works sometimes...but this time all my fallen commrades who have desired to do this have been avenged, the heavens rejoiced...OK, maybe not.
Your opinion is what I wanted man, that's why I shared this horrid story, to remind everyone that there are dousche bags out there like me, so don't provoke someone on the road, shit does happen.
Whatever people's beliefs, this country needs a lot of prayer, and needs a lot of programs like the one you friend sponsored...I too was changed through a program (I believe I found God in that program).
So, needless to say I've been extremely humbled by this escapade, and will make extra sure that I have a tighter reign on my anger and whatnot...1,000 good deeds are wiped clean by 1 dishonorable act -> and I'm a prime example of that.
Thanks Q
yikes! i'm glad you and you're family are safe now.
Thanks M -> me too!
well that says alot. I gotta go with Q ball on this one. dudes like you need guys like us to say " stop and think" If I hadn't had the ability to slow down and think/ plan things through then my ex friend who slept with my ex wife woulda ended up on a boxcar somewhere with a 12guage shotgun wound where his face had been. But since I took such a long time to plan that one out by the time I had it planned I had cooled off and realized that while he's a weak willed bastard my ex was really to blame for that one. So I guess a tip would be to stop and think of a really intricate plan on how your gonna take these guys out and by the time your done it woulda been too late to do anything. still the unsaved man is me is clapping and danceing around yelling Go tyler! God I really can't stand those stupid teenagers and their rice burners.
Jason -> word to that, the one half of me was glad I released judgement that I knew would not be satisfying if left up to the court system...I guess there's no law about cutting other people off, but there is reckless endangerment -> But the other half of me regrets it, learned from it, and I have been forced into re-evaluationg my walk...so needless to say, I've hit the Word harder than ever, and have been praying a lot more...my pastor lit a fire this past sunday -> very what-people-are-afraid-to-hear-in-church type message, really hit home for me ->
I agree, I'm fed up with the army of momma's boys with these japanese cars thinking they're invincible -> but I was just like that kid (minus the parents handing me everything) when I was young, angry pissed off, mad at the world and did whatever whenever the hell I felt like it...someone shoulda smacked the sh*t outta me back then ->
funny thing is, I stomped one of my cars to death when I was 19, I got a 89 grand am, and it died on me, so I jumped on it like an ape, smashed all the windows, then used it as my own 2am-tokers-shack as it was parked at an awkward destroyed angle under a tree in my front yard...the battery still worke, so I could listen to cd's while I bong-hitted some magic nuggets
well While you feel bad this may have been in a way a good thing for all involved. the more I think about it the more it makes me smile. I have this strange ability to see everything from diffrent points of view which allows me to figure situations out based on motives, not just what happened. In your case I gotta take what I know about the younger generation and apply it to these Kids. The Jackass generation dosn't see any reaction or consequences to their actions other than the reaction intended so they are often reckless and stupid. but they do tend to prey on people who they don't perceive as a threat. So to apply this to your situation lets recreate the scenario. these kids had to have buzzed you first passing you or getting close enough to make the judgement that a family out for a drive isn't gonna put up a fight an is thus a good victim for messing with. Also if you have any christian bumper stickers or fish emblems it makes you look even more helpless. So these punks obviously judged you to be harmless and decided to victimize you for their own amusement. That is what is soo funny about what happened. It's like the incredible hulk wimpy little family on a drive turns into a malevolent force bent on revenge. Now while you feel bad and are getting yourself back on track. Consider these kids yes they were scared yes they may have issues now but next time when theyre driving around in their new car they are gonna be polite fucking drivers who always let the other guy pass. Cause they know now shit isn't always what it seems. while I don't endorse the violence (threatening the shit out of them woulda achieved the same end) I do think that the lesson must be taught there are consequences to your actions. course same goes for you There tyler. it'll be by the grace of God if you don't get some sort of government attention out of this. I'm prayin for ya. Good song too by the way
Be angry, but do not sin. That's pretty much the verse that comes to mind. Jesus whipped the money-changers in the Temple and overturned their tables, true. But he was actually upholding the scriptures by doing that, he was upholding the Law of his Land. Moneychanging in the Temple was not allowed and back then they didn't have the same laws we do about assault and battery.
True, the kids smoking whatever the hell while driving is illegal as well, but so is aggravated assault. Two wrongs don't make a right.
In short: just make sure what you do is not actually, first, breaking the Law of God and second, breaking the Law of the Land. If you do either of those, God will not stop any punishment that comes. Unfortunate but true.
There is an old man, and there is a new man. The old man is what we were before. The new man is the one we don't know, a stranger, someone God made, someone God wants us to become. That new man is as different from our old selves as day and night. But to become the new man, you have to be willing to let the old one vanish forever. He must die.
Are you willing to give up what gave the old man pleasure in order to win a new reality? Or do you just want to stick with the old, and never change? The old leads to death. The new is life.
You can be better than that. I felt sad for two people: your wife, because you scared her -- and as a woman, I know all a woman wants is to know she's safe. And your son, because he came out of that actually believing what you did is what a man is supposed to do. If you'd been a real man you'd have LOVED every kid in that car.
I know I sound harsh, man, and for that I apologize. I just thought you'd rather hear what I honestly thought than something watered down. It's easy to hate. It's hard to love.
As far as it's concerned or matters -> My son didn't see a thing, just knew that daddy was really mad. My wife isn't perfect either, so she told me there was a 50-50 going on, she half wanted me to do it, half wanted me to hold back.
Since I am actually a parent, there is a huge difference on how we see things, I am not as good as God, I'll not allow my son to die for some ignorant teens and that almost happened despite my every caution as a driver, I'll gladly let you cut me off, I;m not in a hurry to beat you to the next red light, but that 3rd time was a charm, I think Jason was right, they were targeting my family as an easy target for entertainment, well I don't find someone trying to kill my family funny ->
As a christian, I have already admitted my fault in this scenario, and am willing to take the consequences, I waited for the cops to show up.
My wife does feel safe, I've protected her with my life before and I'd do it again. She saw me in my crazy days, knew I was a violence freak, knew what my training is capable of, and I practiced restraint, I could have easily rendered that car useless, and closed my fist on that kids face, and every one of their faces, but I didn't want to seriously hurt anyone like it was obvious their intentions were.
Adie, I'm sorry I did it, and I'd take it back if I could, God dealt with me in my spirit over this. I've already had my breaking moment over this and learned what God wanted me to from all this, and sought councelling through my church because I can't defeat this particular part of my faults alone, I need mentors to take me in, and ENCOURAGE me, lead me in the word on how to change this, keep me accountable by phone calls at work and emails. I found out a long time ago that God called me to something, and that it wasn't going to be easy. The illustration that comes to mind is how to be refined by fire, it takes a lot of heat, have the old thing melted down, poured into the container/mold HE sees fit, and to be made into the vessel he wants, I have to be laid on that Anvil and worked out, which takes a big sledge hammer to shape me, a lot of pounding, and then heated again, and then hammered again -> It's a process, BUT YOU NEED TO BE AN ACTIVE PART IN THAT PROCESS, hence comes the submitting to his will, actively praying and seeking his guiding hand, constantly seeking his voice, always be seeking in myself for the cracks that need to be fixed, looking internally for things that need to be cut off from the vine and find the traits God holds out to be grafted on.
I am but a hideous thorn bush, slowly being pruned, and cultivated, and having beautiful flowers grafted in...BUT THE ROOT, the root/vine that I am on, that is the key. The foundation, that on which we build, on which we find solace, on which all other blocks are laid,
and blah blah christian mumbo jumbo -> but I mean it from the heart nonetheless ->
my life verse, helps me to look at everyone with love, and not be quick to judge, to forgive others despite their sins or whatever you want to call them...
1 Timothy 1:15 -> "It is a trustworthy statement, deserving full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, AMONG WHOM I AM FOREMOST OF ALL"
yeah. um. I've said too much?!
I like the way you capitalize Anvil, like the band.