Soul Rot,what's the problem?  

tmorethorhor1111 91M
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9/12/2005 10:35 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Soul Rot,what's the problem?


4th of July,1979,The Wharf,Canery Row,must be 3000 people here tonight to see the fireworks.Trouble is,these were'nt the kind of pyrotechnics I wanted to view.Seems --------is pissed about something,screaming and shoving goin on between him and ___________.Damndest thing,best friends,partners on their commercial fishing boat and going off like a siren.Suddenly,---------starts punching on ___Y____who is about a hundred lbs less than -------'s size,not to mention -----X----just got released from San Quintin after 3and a 1/2yrs for and had nothing better to do than pump weights.Could have been a racial hallucination,not sure.Anyway,let's try Mr.X and Mr.Y,so X struts away from Y who is laid out prone in the sand and not moving.Now,from my vantage point,looked like your usual fist fight,people are checking on Y while X is bragging about how he kicked Y's ass,"Cut that crackers heart out!"Oh,X is a brother,Y is whitey,bullshit is what it is,only got one race,HUMAN!!!!!!!So Y's oldlady is begging for somebody to do something.I know a little lifeguard stuffs,as I approach Y,notice I can barely here him,kneeling over and lowering my ear to his lips I realize he's talking through his throat which is slit from jaw to jaw.What the fuck!I start yelling for people to give up their jackets,he,in shock,prop his head up,grab his coat and rip it open to check his heart,well,there it is,shredded and protruding from a grotesque cavity in his chest.Now,I'm thinking,what the hell is this guy doing alive?Find out days later he was on mushrooms,coke,and drunk.Back to then......I freak!!!!I go over to X with the inkling that he is still carrying the knife,so I tap him on the shoulder and blast him as hard as I can and down he goes.Back over to Y and I craddle him in my arms and he's pleading through his throat"help me Dennis,please,help me"and he goes limp,eyes glaze over the same instant a grey fine mist leaves his pupils.WHAAAAA!!!!!! I,m half way down the beach when a detective tackles me..........10 months later,X gets 17yrs plus 2,Y is dead and everyone involved has crawled deeper into the bottle,well,I guess this is where I'm suppose to make some kind of sense out of all this........WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR? WHY DO I GET TO BE HERE? IT IS AS IT WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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