jimeli1
We All Get Second Chances
Either physically, or metaphysically..... Hey folks don't freak out with this, it is just a metaphor....When I was 18 years old I was a violent, wild child.I lived with some violent Motorcycle gangs who considered me their "little brother" and protected me and made me their little mascot brother, an Untouchable....But the drugs and violence that I saw almost destroyed me. One of the milder incidents was when we all went to a Black Sabbath and Nazereth concert and all dropped LSD and smoked Angel Dust......Afterwards we all went out into the mountains to a plateau called TableTop Mountain...Some of us climbed up the long side and the older bikers came up on the easier side.As we climbed up, they threw 30 or 40 pound rocks down on us:We all survived but thought it was just hilarious..So violent and foolish..... Another time, one of the bikers was getting married.We were all going to his bachelor party... He was turning onto a main boulevard and the woman behind him was drunk and ran up onto his three wheel chopper motorcycle and crushed him in the middle of thestreet. His foot was torn off and his throat and chest crushed...I ran to him and covered him with my levi jacket and laid hands on him,and begged him to not die....It was horrible.He was dying.I talked to him and he looked me in the eyes,and died...I sat with him in the middle of the boulevard as people gawked and cars passed and stared. I was covered in blood and was screaming for people to quit staring..It was very traumatic....So much of this hurt my Mom and Dad terribly also.....I finally escaped and struggled to get back on track, thanks to God...REMEMBER Everyone....Guns, knives, fists and words and violence of any kind, are not acceptable or healing..STOP Violence and war...... I have a heavenly chance now and Saskia is my love.WOW....
We All Get Second Chances
Either physically, or metaphysically..... Hey folks don't freak out with this, it is just a metaphor....When I was 18 years old I was a violent, wild child.I lived with some violent Motorcycle gangs who considered me their "little brother" and protected me and made me their little mascot brother, an Untouchable....But the drugs and violence that I saw almost destroyed me. One of the milder incidents was when we all went to a Black Sabbath and Nazereth concert and all dropped LSD and smoked Angel Dust......Afterwards we all went out into the mountains to a plateau called TableTop Mountain...Some of us climbed up the long side and the older bikers came up on the easier side.As we climbed up, they threw 30 or 40 pound rocks down on us:We all survived but thought it was just hilarious..So violent and foolish..... Another time, one of the bikers was getting married.We were all going to his bachelor party... He was turning onto a main boulevard and the woman behind him was drunk and ran up onto his three wheel chopper motorcycle and crushed him in the middle of thestreet. His foot was torn off and his throat and chest crushed...I ran to him and covered him with my levi jacket and laid hands on him,and begged him to not die....It was horrible.He was dying.I talked to him and he looked me in the eyes,and died...I sat with him in the middle of the boulevard as people gawked and cars passed and stared. I was covered in blood and was screaming for people to quit staring..It was very traumatic....So much of this hurt my Mom and Dad terribly also.....I finally escaped and struggled to get back on track, thanks to God...REMEMBER Everyone....Guns, knives, fists and words and violence of any kind, are not acceptable or healing..STOP Violence and war...... I have a heavenly chance now and Saskia is my love.WOW....