| | Warning: This is Linus being serious.
I can honestly say through my 20 years being in this
world I've never been a victim of racism. I've seen it countless times
on TV through shows and after school specials and wondered what kind of
people think this way and hate another race. I never really hated these
kind of people I just felt they needed to be helped out, that they need
to be educated in some way. I was at work a couple weeks ago when a man
came into the store. I didn't bother to look at him because I was busy
with something else but I had the feeling he was watching me. He went
to the coolers, grabbed himself a 40oz., and walked to the register all
at the same time with his eyes still on me. I looked up at him and we
made eye contact. I nodded a hello to him and figured he would return
it. His face didn't move. He had an expression I wasn't familiar to and
it was one I dont want to remember. His eyes still on me, he walked by
to get himself a cup of ice. As he walked by me he finally said
something, "hey que pasa amigo you wetback bastard". Now, Me being the
pacifist that I am, I collected myself and tried to contain my
emotions. Did he really just say that right now? Does he not know that
I understand the English language? I thought the situation out and
brushed it off cus he was obviously drunk, the smell of gin strong in
his breath. He came up to me and blew the smoke from his Black and Mild
in my face and said, "hey amigo, where's your green card?" from then on
it all got hectic. I was pissed. Many
of you know me and know that one thing that I rarely do is get pissed.
I reached from underneath the counter, my hand shaking with rage, and
pulled out the nightstick the store has. I blew up at him. I don't
remember what I said to him but I know it wasn't pretty. From the small
bit I can remember from my outburst I remember saying to him to "get
the fuck out of here" and "take your racist shit elsewhere". I saw him
dead in the eye when I told him that. We were inches away from each
other, I could still smell the gin on his breath, if I wanted to I
could have easily swung the nightstick straight into his jaw or worse I
could have pulled out the 9mm handgun which was within arms reach. The
look in his eyes I will never forget because it was one I've never seen
before. It was the look of hate. He slowly walked out of the liquor
store where I heard him laugh off what had just happened with his
buddy. My boss barred him from the liquor store the next day and I
thought that was it...but it hasn't....It sucks to live your life in
fear. My boss told me the guy was an ex-convict who was in jail for
attempted murder. I often find myself wondering whether I should take
my knife to work or not or whether I should take my knife anywhere with
me for that matter. Will the guy show up again? Why do I even own a
knife? Why do I continue to work there knowing all the dangers that the
store brings? How can people be so ignorant? I dont regret anything
that happened that day nor do I regret ever working at the liquor
store. I strongly believe everything happens to you for a reason. There
are some highs and lows you just have to take in life. The liquor store
has been the biggest learning experience in my
life. Many thought I would start drinking and smoking once I worked at
the liquor store but it's been 3 years and I don't think I'll ever want
to.
Sorry if this isn't your typical funny linus monkey dude update but
this is my journal and if I feel like being real I'm gonna be real and
I've had this in my head for the last 2 weeks and i gotta put it down
somewhere. pz out and take care.
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