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hows everyone on this lovely friday night?
i have had a pretty busy week at work. im getting abit more responsibility now and i guess the pressure is on. i have just had a rise which was pretty sweet but im no way near what i want to be earning. its kinda why im staying on at college even though im a qualified electrician. im hoping with in four years to have my own firm and be retired by the time im 40. money is starting to get me down. i get paid monthly and im broke already. i spent so much this month on baby stuff but i guess im gonna have to get used to that. im currently doing a 50 hour week at work and about 20 hours a week of college, but with the way things are looking im gonna try and get extra weekend work. it sucks because i dont seem to have any time to train or do anything at the moment but fuck it. theres lots of broke guys who spend there time in the gym.
my raise put me up to 38 grand a year which was nice. thats 72k in dollars for all you ceptic tanks. its ok but fuck having average money. i guess with the little one on the way im starting to worry. i want to have a big family, i mean 4 or 5 kids. thats my idea of happiness. a fucking packed house with kids then grandkids. the whole works.
my dad retired with my mum back to ireland a few years ago but ended up coming back after two years. he was bored shitless. there are two types of irishman, the ones who left and the ones who stayed. and the ones who stayed are jealous that they aint seen anything more than there village. where as my dad has seen alot of the world and his twin lives in australia. but the main reason he came back was he missed his grandkids. my dads idea of pure happiness is all the kids and grandkids round. thats him content.
anyway.
almost got into a fight on the train on the way home.
i get on my train at liverpool street and am standing by the door minding my own business. so im on the train for like ten minutes when we pull up and this guy gets on. hes a big trampy guy whos drinking some cheap beer. he stares at me and mumbles something.
it sounds like some african dialect at a guess.
now i see his mouth is all gunked up and his eyes are yellow and all over the place.
i say pardon? he then mumbles something again. i say pardon? he then gives me a filthy look and sucks his teeth. he mumbles something in what i guess is african. i say "what you fucking say?"
he then responds with more mumbling shit. now hes standing there giving me the evil eye look. now this is on a pretty full train.
hes standing opposite me squaring up to me but hes a bit unsteady on his feet.
i wear a work jacket and normally carry quite a few things around with me. like electrical tape, screws voltage testers etc. i also carry a fold out stanley knife and a large metal measuring tape that must weigh about a pound. while hes standing there i have slipped them into either hand. all im thinking is hes bigger than me and he looks like hes out of it on something like crack.
so im scared and im pretty bad when i get scared. i get kinda evil in the head.
im standing staring back at him about 4 feet away from him. all im thinking is that as soon as he takes one step forward im gonna open his fucking face up with my knife because im not gonna risk figthing him. hes probably got a knife or hes gonna try and bite me or something and give me AIDs. crackheads can be pretty strong.
so we have a staring contest for a few minutes.
he trys to give me intimidating looks but that shit aint gonna work. im up on my toes like a jack russell. and im rocking back and forth abit. im winding myself up in my head.im fucking terrified but because im scared im getting angry.
thankfully the next stop is mine.
i get off and walk to tashas. now the adrenaline dump hits in. my legs get real heavy and by the time i get to tashas im shaking. i had got all pumped up thinking i was gonna have a fight.
god. i got so annoyed with myself.
just thinking about it.
i could have ended up going to prison for a long time because of some spaced out crack head.
but what annoys me is what options would i have had say he chose to attack me? im standing on the train minding my own business when this happens. if he had attacked me and i had lost no one on the train would have helped me but they would soon coming forward with witness statements if i had cracked the guys head open or opened his face up.
i could have gone to prison and missed my son being born because of a low life crack head wanting to start a fight.
it really fucking pisses me off.
he was spoiling for a fight but maybe he looked at me and realised i wouldnt have been a push over. who knows. but what if it was tasha on the train and he started on her? or one of my little nephews? maybe he started on someone else after i got off. i dont know.
wish i had thrown him under the train now.
oh well. thats depressed me now.
time to go look at some internet porn or perv on msn i think.
night night.
hows everyone on this lovely friday night?
i have had a pretty busy week at work. im getting abit more responsibility now and i guess the pressure is on. i have just had a rise which was pretty sweet but im no way near what i want to be earning. its kinda why im staying on at college even though im a qualified electrician. im hoping with in four years to have my own firm and be retired by the time im 40. money is starting to get me down. i get paid monthly and im broke already. i spent so much this month on baby stuff but i guess im gonna have to get used to that. im currently doing a 50 hour week at work and about 20 hours a week of college, but with the way things are looking im gonna try and get extra weekend work. it sucks because i dont seem to have any time to train or do anything at the moment but fuck it. theres lots of broke guys who spend there time in the gym.
my raise put me up to 38 grand a year which was nice. thats 72k in dollars for all you ceptic tanks. its ok but fuck having average money. i guess with the little one on the way im starting to worry. i want to have a big family, i mean 4 or 5 kids. thats my idea of happiness. a fucking packed house with kids then grandkids. the whole works.
my dad retired with my mum back to ireland a few years ago but ended up coming back after two years. he was bored shitless. there are two types of irishman, the ones who left and the ones who stayed. and the ones who stayed are jealous that they aint seen anything more than there village. where as my dad has seen alot of the world and his twin lives in australia. but the main reason he came back was he missed his grandkids. my dads idea of pure happiness is all the kids and grandkids round. thats him content.
anyway.
almost got into a fight on the train on the way home.
i get on my train at liverpool street and am standing by the door minding my own business. so im on the train for like ten minutes when we pull up and this guy gets on. hes a big trampy guy whos drinking some cheap beer. he stares at me and mumbles something.
it sounds like some african dialect at a guess.
now i see his mouth is all gunked up and his eyes are yellow and all over the place.
i say pardon? he then mumbles something again. i say pardon? he then gives me a filthy look and sucks his teeth. he mumbles something in what i guess is african. i say "what you fucking say?"
he then responds with more mumbling shit. now hes standing there giving me the evil eye look. now this is on a pretty full train.
hes standing opposite me squaring up to me but hes a bit unsteady on his feet.
i wear a work jacket and normally carry quite a few things around with me. like electrical tape, screws voltage testers etc. i also carry a fold out stanley knife and a large metal measuring tape that must weigh about a pound. while hes standing there i have slipped them into either hand. all im thinking is hes bigger than me and he looks like hes out of it on something like crack.
so im scared and im pretty bad when i get scared. i get kinda evil in the head.
im standing staring back at him about 4 feet away from him. all im thinking is that as soon as he takes one step forward im gonna open his fucking face up with my knife because im not gonna risk figthing him. hes probably got a knife or hes gonna try and bite me or something and give me AIDs. crackheads can be pretty strong.
so we have a staring contest for a few minutes.
he trys to give me intimidating looks but that shit aint gonna work. im up on my toes like a jack russell. and im rocking back and forth abit. im winding myself up in my head.im fucking terrified but because im scared im getting angry.
thankfully the next stop is mine.
i get off and walk to tashas. now the adrenaline dump hits in. my legs get real heavy and by the time i get to tashas im shaking. i had got all pumped up thinking i was gonna have a fight.
god. i got so annoyed with myself.
just thinking about it.
i could have ended up going to prison for a long time because of some spaced out crack head.
but what annoys me is what options would i have had say he chose to attack me? im standing on the train minding my own business when this happens. if he had attacked me and i had lost no one on the train would have helped me but they would soon coming forward with witness statements if i had cracked the guys head open or opened his face up.
i could have gone to prison and missed my son being born because of a low life crack head wanting to start a fight.
it really fucking pisses me off.
he was spoiling for a fight but maybe he looked at me and realised i wouldnt have been a push over. who knows. but what if it was tasha on the train and he started on her? or one of my little nephews? maybe he started on someone else after i got off. i dont know.
wish i had thrown him under the train now.
oh well. thats depressed me now.
time to go look at some internet porn or perv on msn i think.
night night.
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blackbettiepaige:
Ehh....typing papers and eating fried chicken. LOL i had class today and just stayed in, too tired to do anything else. I want to go see that movie Happy Feet but I think Im gonna go get it on bootleg so I can laugh at out loud in my own room.
djinn:
You know, it probably best just to lets those situations pass especialy when your asailant of off their tits on crack. I would'nt even resond to the guy, just dismiss it as the gibbering of an idiot, it may not have been directed at you anyway.