I was never attracted to violence, but I didn't always avoid it. A couple of acquaintances greatly enjoyed violence, so sometimes I would get caught up int it.
I didn't often lose. Not because I'm tough, but because I am calm and in control of my emotions in intense situations. I could usually predict when I'm going to lose, and avoid fighting or flee. Pride is not one of my weaknesses.
I had a blackmarket income at the time, so it was sometimes a necessary evil, and having ultra-violent partners was an asset.
In prison, it's a different set of rules. And you either play by them, or get wrecked.
When in Rome..
I was never attracted to violence, but I didn't always avoid it. A couple of acquaintances greatly enjoyed violence, so sometimes I would get caught up int it.
I didn't often lose. Not because I'm tough, but because I am calm and in control of my emotions in intense situations. I could usually predict when I'm going to lose, and avoid fighting or flee. Pride is not one of my weaknesses.
I had a blackmarket income at the time, so it was sometimes a necessary evil, and having ultra-violent partners was an asset.
In prison, it's a different set of rules. And you either play by them, or get wrecked.
When in Rome..
Those poor tables and chairs! UltraViolence!
I've never been much of a rough guy, until I'm about 4 shots of whiskey into the night. Then I just can't help but challenge anything that crosses my path.
Bug on the wall? Obliterated!
Hooligans being too loud on the balcony? I'm finding where you park your car!
Just fucking look at me wrong? I'll hold up the entire interstate while I attempt to piss in the drivers window!
That last one was for jokes, never done something that stupid. But goddammit I've had my urges and sometimes feel invincible. Never went to prison cus I'm a good guy and ate my broccoli, but had plenty of street fights with the knockers on the block. I've honestly only ever felt like I truly won one, and even then it was closer to a tie than anything because we just backed away from clobbering each other and he started yelling insults while heading back down the street. I stood there waiting to continue, and when he turned a corner I figured I had him beat.