The guy that you can`t hide from.

[Jackal1]

Originally posted by Grayeagle
Never mess with an old guy.

No chest thumpin, no BS, no 'fight'..

..we'll just kill 'em.

'I was in fear of my life, Officer, I thought he had a gun.'

-GE aka Frank

They can swing through the trees like Tarzan if that`s what they think they need to do. Hold their breath and turn blue, kick scream, whatever. As long as they do it somewhere else. I could care less. When they start tripping around on my property and become a threat to my property and my family, then it`s my ballgame.
I`ve always been touchy like that.

[lazs2]

no friggin way am I gonna be that honest here.

from me... it would all be bs anyway.. yep.. I said that.   My son wanted me to write a book.. he lived some of what I was going through but fortunately...was raised by the first ex... he came out great.    I have always had an excuse to not write it down..  

first it was the "too many people still alive who you can't really write about"  then it was... "can't really say the things that were done"

but in the end... an author is a liar.. a clever one.  I would be a liar too.   I would make myself look better than I was..  I would be braver and more noble.

Trying to hide from who you are.. the daughter came after I moved away from it.. her and her friend would seen an old guy with some strange tats and even stranger ideas...  they knew.. they knew about the past in some way... But it didn't fit the guy raising the daughter with a decent job.

The past came home one night.. two friends and partners from the past..  They were still living the life... they were still living their code.. they thought they were being secretive and respectful in front of the girls but.. they girls were scared witless.. couldn't even talk the whole time just stared at these guys..   these middle aged men with sleeved out tats and looking and sounding like 45 years of bad road.  

but the thing that did it was  what they didn't register at the time... that I was treating these guys like they annoyed me and with some aggression.. telling em to go #### themselves in the end.. and they were backing off.. it was old stuff it was easy to slip back into it... it is harder to expalin.

a few years later... losing my temper and dragging a mouthy boyfriend of theirs out of his car by the hair through his rolled down drivers side window.   He understood.. men figure that stuff out.. don't matter what you are wearing or what you thought of someone before... when they drag you out of the car by the hair you get the idea.  

All for nothing really.    in the end.. the facade didn't overcome the genetics or.. maybe I just couldn't figure out how to raise the damn kid... she didn't turn out happily ever after like the boy.

no one blames me but... hell... you are who you are.  

Is it a better life now?  well... sure...I guess so but.. To pretend that the roller  coaster of drugs and women and pure supercharged adreniline was not "fun" back in the day...well.. it is all BS... you can't tell your past.. even to yourself without a layer of BS.

The tats.. that was the subject.. the tats kinda work like the scars.. they cut through the biggest bunch of the bs we tell ourselves...

Sorta like finding an old picture of yourself with a disco belt and shirt I would imagine.

lazs

[Jackal1]

Originally posted by lazs2
no friggin way am I gonna be that honest here.

Hehe. That was just the highlights intermingled with what I don`t have to tell you.  I don`t have to because you lived it yourself, just in a different place.
It would go over the masses heads anyway. I`m pretty sure you can read between the lines anyway.
It comes back occasionaly as you said.

a few years later... losing my temper and dragging a mouthy boyfriend of theirs out of his car by the hair through his rolled down drivers side window.   He understood.. men figure that stuff out.. don't matter what you are wearing or what you thought of someone before... when they drag you out of the car by the hair you get the idea.  

Gave one a very unpleasant ride in the back of his pickup one morning..........his pickup. He also didn`t realize he could fly until a couple of nights later.

There was one story that I got a kick out of when my daughters were young.
They had been going to a local church for quite some time for Sunday school.
Their Sunday school teacher, I guess was trying to impress good and evil on them. She asked them what they would think and do if a bunch of bearded, leather clad bikers all of a sudden showed up at the church. My next to the oldest said she would be veeeeerrrrry happy and got all excited. It confused the teacher and she didn`t really know where to go from there, so she asked her what she meant by that. My daughter, as young as she was explained that it would probably be her Dad and a bunch of his friends.
They learned a good lesson that day I think. They still laugh about it when we all get together.

I just pretty much play it by ear now. When the times comes I deal with them as they come. Other than that, I sort of like to be the guy around here that does my own thing and the one most come to if they need some help.
I`ve got myself convinced I`m a pretty good guy in most times.
I still do the Harley thing, but it is just my passion now. Always has been.

[Grayeagle]

All the things I got passionate about just dont matter much these days.

I just try to be good at what's in front of me these days.. day by day.
Frankly ..it's harder as the days go by.

This whole gettin old thing is *not* for sissies.
Not the least of which is hearin some young punk mouth off in complete ignorance ..if a clue found him it would blind him.

I try to keep my trap shut and let ignorance go.
Mostly I succeed.
Mostly.
Sometimes .. ya,
.. sometimes I roll over it like a tide.

Not as often as I useda.

The warrior in me is dimming as I care for those who really are in dire straits. Tempests in teacups just dont draw me in like they useda.

I still uncork the Vette off a stoplight now an then ..sometimes when its just me ... just to hear the engine roar and know what's what.
I smile .. remembering all the other times and places.

I need to do that after a 'day' now and then.

-Frank aka GE, nurse.

[Jackal1]

Hehe.
I was thinking of pulling this thread up for the latest update a couple of times, then said screw it, it wouldn`t be interesting to anyone but me.
Pretty much what you said I think is what a most of us men who haven`t lived the sheltered life go through and change with as we get older to some extent.
Nothing left to prove and bigger issues with life in general. Age and wisdom for most. Let the unimportant stuff slide and get on with living.
It`s the ones who push the limit and step over the boundaries , such as described earlier, that gives the trouble for some of us. Different lifestyles as a whole I suppose.

Anywhooooooo......for the latest update on the latest idiot in question.
I had met the chick the cat was running with . Got a kick out of her. One of the guys around here mistook her accent as deep south. I had to tell him it was not. It is a forced accent. I call it the white girl that`s been runnin in da hood accent.
I noticed the circling had stopped from the idiot and sort of wondered what was up. A guy that worked with him at one time gave me the scoop.
The moron attacked this chick and screwed the pooch. He ended up with a mouth full of 44 barrel and then proceeded to get the living poo beat out of him.
Don`t mess with the chick from da hood.
That`s twice he`s been extremely deflated in a short period of time.
Most would learn from this, but on this one I seriously doubt it.