More on transformations, mostly fighting.
Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 3:46 amIt changed my life when I stepped on the rail road onr night and I was coming home from a club in the city with my friends, and I saw these two guidos get in a fight like they always do. Delay the train another half hour and really make it hard to get any sleep considering it’s the 3:19 am train coming home from the city. Any way, I was with my older brother who was yelling at me to stay in my seat. What I didn’t know was the extent to the experienced in life he has. I was tempted to get in on this. He says to me, Cru$h, sit the fuck down, you’ve been in enough fights to know how they end. I looked at him and agreed. The kid who was in the fight was hiding out when the police came in a seat very close to me. Trying to get us to sympathize with his situation he attempted to engage me in conversation because I was looking at him. My brother, 21 at the time, said to him with intense eyes. Don’t you dare involve us in this, this is your battle. My brother is a big kid, football player. This kid was bigger, but he knew he was an idiot at this point He shut up and the wrong kid got arrested, and then that big kid cried as his friend got dragged out to jail...
About a month later I got on that same train, 3:19 and what do you know. Guido fight. Long Island for you. It happened to be, that NAVAL academy students were just getting off break wearing their suits and everything and getting on the train. Some stupid woman was cheering on the fight. Pretty much the entire train was wasted except for the NAVY kids. First it was the train conductor, who came, a fat black woman, who looked like she could swing her weight. Everyone needs to shut the fuck up. Okay. Two minutes… two minutes, and the same guido has to call another guidos gf a slut. At this point, new mentality, and I just want to go home. It was funny how life experienced guys responded. They wanted to go home. This was IMMATURE. Ehhhwooo, I’m privelaged and frustrated, one of them sarcastically yelled into the croud. Then it happened, more amazement. One of the NAVY kids who had to be 160 went over to the fight said, do you have any respect? It was an amazing comment because it silenced the whole train. He didn’t bother repeat himself. The screaming continued again as the bleach clean soldier walked away in disgust. The fight never happened. At the next stop, one of them got off the train. The other one sat in his seat looking at the one in front of him, silent as a bunch of JAPPY looking girls continued to yell at him. No one got arrested. I knew right then all he was thinking about was one word, respect.
About a month later I got on that same train, 3:19 and what do you know. Guido fight. Long Island for you. It happened to be, that NAVAL academy students were just getting off break wearing their suits and everything and getting on the train. Some stupid woman was cheering on the fight. Pretty much the entire train was wasted except for the NAVY kids. First it was the train conductor, who came, a fat black woman, who looked like she could swing her weight. Everyone needs to shut the fuck up. Okay. Two minutes… two minutes, and the same guido has to call another guidos gf a slut. At this point, new mentality, and I just want to go home. It was funny how life experienced guys responded. They wanted to go home. This was IMMATURE. Ehhhwooo, I’m privelaged and frustrated, one of them sarcastically yelled into the croud. Then it happened, more amazement. One of the NAVY kids who had to be 160 went over to the fight said, do you have any respect? It was an amazing comment because it silenced the whole train. He didn’t bother repeat himself. The screaming continued again as the bleach clean soldier walked away in disgust. The fight never happened. At the next stop, one of them got off the train. The other one sat in his seat looking at the one in front of him, silent as a bunch of JAPPY looking girls continued to yell at him. No one got arrested. I knew right then all he was thinking about was one word, respect.