From: grendel@canetoad.UUCP (Rage y Romance)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: figure it out for yourself, college boys
Distribution: world
Date: 28 Aug 92 00:29:32 EDT
Organization: The Satellite of Love

In article <1992Aug27.084608.27186@alembic.acs.com> gypsy@alembic.acs.com (hippolyte) writes:

<A whole bunch of cool stuff I would like to participate in, deleted>

I have to tell a story that is sort of bizarre and not really anything
about feminisim as much as it is about being fed up with bullshit.

When I was really young and perpetually angry because I was REALLY
FUCKING POOR I often couldn't sleep at night. I just didn't sleep 
that much; maybe 2 to 3 hours a night.

So it's summer, in Brooklyn, N.Y. and at night it was 90 to 95 degrees
and the rage poured out of me with my swet and the words "I've done
nothing to deserve this." slammed through my head with every beat of
my heart.

It was so hot I used to lie on the floor in a goddamn LAKE of my own 
swet, listening to the noises from outside (lions and tigers and 
bears OH MY) because it was too hot to lie in bed without getting
a rash from constantly twisting and turning trying to find a cool
spot on the sheets.

It's was a night like that when I heard this screaming. 
This shrill non-stop high pitch wail that would occassionally 
pause and just be replaced with this almost incomprehensible stream of 
begging. And you know, for one brief moment I thought it was actually 
in my head. 

I realize it's not. It's actually coming from outside.
I get up and look out my window and I see this guy has this woman down in 
the middle of the street and is kicking her. He's got a hand full of
her hair and is periodically kicking her in the face, sides, legs.
He's not saying anything, he's just kicking her like she's not even 
made out of flesh.

I see in his other hand he's holding a knife.

Occassionally, he'll stop and stick her with it; quick and shallow
like a bee sting.

And then I realize she's screaming, "What have I done, what have I
done". See that's why I thought it was in my head.

I'm, maybe, 11 and my brain malfunctions, big time. I don't think to call
the police, I don't think to wake my older siblings and ask them what to
do. No, I run down stairs to the second floor of my house and I'm tearing 
around in my Mom's tool closet. I find a 2' long piece of 2 by 4 and I'm set.

I unlock all the locks on my front door and when I through that last bolt,
for one moment I see everything REAL clearly and I realize I'm standing in 
my underwear holding a stick and I'm 11 years old and I could die tonight. 
Then I'm thinking,"I'm human and I won't be anymore if I don't stop that 
womans screaming."

I go out that door, I step on glass, I don't make a sound and I jog up
to this motherfucker and t-off on him in the side so that I hear his
ribs go CRACK! I'm so startled by the sound and of the sudden wail he
lets out that I'm frozen and scared just for a moment.

I get ready to swing again, but then I stop and let him get a look at me, 
I let him SEE me. See that I was some CHILD here to set him straight and 
then I caught him right across the mouth and sent him backward. POW.

My hands were shaking so bad I dropped that 2 by 4 and ran back to my
house; I could feel the glass then. I could feel man hands hurting from
the force of the stick hitting that guy.

I ran inside my house and NOW it occurs to me to call the cops.
I had to repeat myself 3 times before they could understand me and
when they asked who I was I just hung up. I looked out the window and
could see the guy with a hand over his mouth trying to simultaneously
hold his ribs and face together while trying to get away.
 
I think back on that now and realize EVERYONE in my neighborhood COULD
NOT have slept through that; the majority chose to ignore it.

So, check it out t.b. attaboy is an asshole. Get ya 2 by 4 and show
that asshole his posting to the wrong group.

Only people who have the soul to be bizzarre, live bizzarre and love
bizzarre get to be here.

>yes, i'm a feminist.  why do you fucking ask?

yes, I'm a bizzarre humanist and I've STILL got my 2 by 4.

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