Boy oh boy! Yesterday I thought I would have a little fun quoting Big Frank and his opinion, and a whole bunch of people got upset because they thought I was dissing their favorite rock star. My point really was that Big Frank would know how to handle a mook, and that he could really sing, unlike many rock and rollers, who can only shout with the best of them.
I got emails reminding me of the Beatles, the Stones (even though Mick said if you could play three chords and shout you could be a rock star), Buddy Holly, El Viz, Jim Croce, Jim Morrison, (a real three chord wonder, and I don’t care what you say, he was no poet), and the list could go on and on.
As I grew up, I’ve listened to all this stuff, I have also watched a lot of bands live at different venues, and concerts around the country. But I’ve moved on in so many ways, though I still like some of them in small doses. And though it doesn’t happen very often anymore, I still eventually pull out a Led Zeppelin CD and listen to it.
There’s a weekly rock and roll show on a public television station here, of the three guys who I think are my age, where they discuss the whatabouts, concerts, and everything about rock and roll, which for me is a prodigious waste of time when you listen to them.
I don’t give a damn what the drug confused Jerry Garcia said backstage at his 1993 concert. I don’t have the luxury to wonder about the meaning of his song lyrics way back in 1978, or if he was drunk when he wrote it, because I’ve moved on, and so have all others who have made achievements in their life.
Apparently, I have a calling, and that is to help as many people as I can from the hands of junkies, particularly from violent mooks and junkies who easily hurt folks without remorse, hurt their victim as easily as they would eat a burger.
There is a school of thought out there believed that all these crimes, chaos, and unrest is due to inequality and many other excuses, but we all know that excuses like this are just a cluster of no sense.
Life is what you make it, so a junkie becomes a junkie because they allow themselves to be one, they made that a choice, a bad choice. It’s no sweat being a junkie, but holding a job is hard. They find satisfaction and excitement in intimidating people, rushing them and grabbing what rightfully not theirs.
I have a police friend who told me about a crook whom he arrested just a week ago, after the crook tried to rob a couple at a local mall. The crook was so clueless that the couple he tried to rob were the vigilant kind, so the husband sprayed him with some Wildfire pepper spray, the suspect got hurt instead of the victim, the crook found himself with a huge patch of dye on his face. So as for the part of my police friend, it’s made easy for them, cause it only took them two minutes to identify the perpetrator.
The mook cried in the back seat of the cruiser, bellowing about how the spray should be illegal. “Nobody should be able to paint my face!” he said. “Once he painted my face, I didn’t have a chance!” he said.
Well, if you think that junkies get back on the street easily now, wait till B.O. starts appointing judges. It would be scary having a rapist charged by some occasional addle-head with only 60 days sentences, like in Nebraska and Vermont. And sadly, junkies, including the violent and illegal ones will have more rights and guts than ever before as the sentences are getting more and more lenient as we try more rehabilitation.
buy pepper spray, it’s gonna be a very long four years.