Violence runs in the family as thick as the blood in our veins. Christmas eve and we shared the only presents we had to offer, and for the rest of the holiday I was nursing broken fingers and a busted cheek bone.
After a while the tears just turn to dust and the screams stop echoing in your head. Brutality is always consistent. Always true. Fear is something that can be over come. Fear is most potent when you’ve got something to lose. Conquer fear and you conquer yourself. Only then are you truly free. Accept death, the inevitable end. Accept your fate.
Violence is never the answer. It is the question, and the answer is yes. Violence solves everything.
My father beat my mother daily. My brother beat my sister and I every other day. My mother punished my brother by stabbing him through the webbing between his thumb and index finger with a pair of scissors. Violence begets violence. Cruelty, like shit, runs downhill. I slapped my sister across the face while she slept because she was the only girl in our family. I slapped her because she loved my brother more than me. I slapped her because I could. If I could kill anyone in the world I would murder my family. Any of them. All of them.
I don’t like people looking at me too long, and if they do, I imagine them being brutalized in hundreds of ways with varying degrees of viciousness.
I’m that guy. The quiet one in the corner.
I’m the guy you would never look twice at. I’m the reason your cat went missing. I’m the guy that teaches barking dogs a thing or two.
I’m your neighbour.
I’m your work mate.
Your blind date.
These days pain is just another day at the office.
No, this isn’t me. But it goes to show, you never know who is sitting next to you on the bus…