Fuck, I guess I shouldn't be surprised how many crazy bastards frequent this forum (and you know, I'm starting to think Merc might just be a tad unhinged).
Not really. Between the ages of 4 and like 17 I was just a "spoiled" only child who didn't think anyone else mattered outside of my best friend Jeff and a few others. Around 18 I started to man up and stopped making excuses for myself, or expecting others to simply put up with my bullshit. Though I did (in Senior High School) take great pleasure in circumventing the Student Handbook through what was not covered in between the lines, and the class of '98 (I was class of '96) actually had like 26 revisions to cover all the areas I exploited over the Administrators heads. But in the end I learned the value of others and developed a rock solid work ethic, which is another reason I cannot work amongst most people, because most are lazy cunts.
My anger however, stemmed early on from just not being able to put up with "Bullshit". In video games (more back then than now), it's
the cheese factor that just shouldn't be there. As a grown man, it has to be soldiering, police work, or of course the Security Enforcement I do. Because strangely enough, I can be professional and "with it" in these capacities and am fine in high risk situations and stay calm. Put me in an office space, retail, customer service, etcetera... and I'll blow a gasket probably in less than 3 days. Same difference as with the old school games. Ppl's BS or having to listen to idiotic banter about nothing at all, fuels a blood lust I can barely contain. Which is why being *working alone* (mostly) is really the only way I can make my bread, but it had to be of a capacity that resonated with me, and was an extension of me. Like I said, I'm not proud of the dumb shit I did anger wise with video games... but it happened. Had I been able to punch out the game programmer who thought it be a good idea to let you BOUNCE off birds and stuff... I would have.
***Now concerning the arcade free-for-alls. Well, I'll never apologize for that. Even a punk kid should have enough manners to ASK someone if they mind them jamming in on your game. When they didn't it would start a slow burn. That dude I punched in the mouth back in '97 turned out to be a pretty good fighter too. My rib cage was bruised up bad, and I was hobbling around for a few days from a good shin kick he gave me. I left him with a black eye, and a sprain wrist. Funny thing is, that dude and I ended up friends in 2001 and laughed about the whole thing... but at the time it wasn't funny.
DAMN MERC!!! Your dad did the right thing. I wish more dads would leg sweep their damn badass kids nowadays.
unfortunately I have no stories to tell because I feared that If i broke something I'd never get a new one cuz my parents were CHEAAAAAAAP. Ultimately I just FEARED MY PARENTS because they didn't fuck around at all. If my parents heard me yelling at a game, they would come in the room and say "turn it off now" and I turned it off with the quickness.
Yeah pops wasn't the type to take shit, and he was right to do it. We'd later end up going out the front window of his house in a fist fight when I was 15, but that's a whole other story, and that time his extra marital affair ed self was in the wrong, but angry as I was, there was no way I could whip my father. Shit even now at 66 going on 67 he's a giant of a man who fights dirty. Thing is, from a few scrapes with him, he saw (and I got my confidence fight wise) that I'm the type who's not always the strongest, fastest, etc... but if someone wants to throw down and won't let me walk away or defuse myself... well then I'll fight tooth and nail and would rather die than give a person an inch of ground over me. Thus both pops and I usually realized we we're both holding back.
He could've killed me with three punches, and knowing this I could have just uncoiled a chain whip and split his skull open, but we were father & son, both from the same fire sign of Aries, both Barbarians in our own right. ----But yeah, my old man taught me proper which is why through all my shenanigans I might have leaned on the fence, but never crossed the line and became a criminal. I'm just glad he and I buried the hatchet and now have an awesome father son relationship as well as friendship. It'll be tough when he goes, as he's really one of the few who Understand me almost 100%.
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), so once again I kept banging the controller against the entertainment center and then it shattered.
