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Intensity & Sabotage
23:15 Apr 26 2009
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It's four months into 2009 - A new year full of expectations, experiences, disappointments, lies, deceits, sex, hopes and opportunities.

I'm sitting in my room staring at Blut Engel and X - factor posters and wondering where its all going.

Ever since I've been back from the U.S my life has been what could readily be described as a roller-coaster. In retrospect it's always been that way however this time it seems like there's a malfunction on the track ahead and I'm just sitting here confused - It's like that quiet silence that sets in right before an earthquake or that way a body stops shivering just before death sets in.

Since the second business I had fail I've been lost - Jumping from one job to another to make ends meet which finally landed me into opening another business which consists of selling cruises and renting cars, boats and other shit for people.

The idea behind it is to have my liberty in choosing what to do, where and how while raking in a shit load of money.

Other then that the last couple of months have been monotonous. A glimpse of excitement took place last week when Ruby called up and told me to get ready in fifteen minutes.

It was a Friday night which meant that getting ready takes a total of two hours when including hair and make-up!

I got ready in half an hour which must've been some kind of record which then followed by my cell rings confirming his arrival.

In the car I'm greeted by Ruby whose in the driver seat and will be our designated driver for the night, Ernest in the passenger seat and Keith in the back.

Ruby's a Romanian orphan with a rugged beard, long curly black hair and deep eye sockets. Most say He looks like a 250 pound care bear who also happens to be turning into a priest and is an academic genius. His real name is actually Reuben and Ruby's just a pet name I conjured up for him back in college. We became close over the years and have helped each other through various situations. Unfortunately we don't hang out as much as we use to however it seems like there's an unspoken agreement that whenever the need arises, we're there for each other.

Keith so my side is a short and slender eighteen year old with long tangled brown hair, a goatee and a baby face hidden under bushy eye- brows. He's well mannered but rather simple and is in a few ways Ruby's lackey.

Earnest acknowledges my presence and turns back to the trance he seems to be going in while listening to some techno song oozing through the radio.

He's a well build twenty four year old boxer who teaches math in some college on the south of the island. He always wears tight half open shirts, blue jeans and greasy shoes to go with all the gel he puts in his short flat-top.

He's a great guy to be around however he also happens to be the one last guys I put in hospital.

Two weeks after Ruby introduced him to me, he knew I thought Keith and Ruby JKD and wanted to come for a lesson. He later explained how he was a good boxer looking for a sparring partner.

After a few rounds he was breathing heavily, in pain and getting pissed off cos he hadn't even managed to hit me once which is the whole idea behind JKD anyway. After administering a light beating, I started teaching him some defense. So while talking to him and the others he decided that a cheap shot might help his chances. He solidly punched me in the face which hit my nose which almost knocked me out.

The cheap shot obviously pissed me off so we resumed sparring. At some point I leaped into the air and threw a roundhouse kick aimed at his ribs.

He thankfully blocked it, screamed in pain and had to be hospitalized.

They said that his forearm flew off his elbow and the fracture was too big and deep so they installed sixteen steel pins into his arm.

So whenever he's around me I imagine him planned my demise and clubbing with him was definitely not a good idea. Later that night I was proved wrong when he told me that the doctors wanted my name and they'd testify and encouraged him to sue me and he never even gave them my name.

Thanks to our new found bond which is the steel in and scar on his arm that Friday night consisted of him asking for a few dating tips, drinking together and me chatting up various women for him and asking them whether or not they found his eye contact to be intimidating.

Once he was satisfied and wanted a general idea, we counted all the votes and the result was that 50% of the women find him peaceful and deep and the other half thought he's eye contact is too intense, scary and thought that he's gonna chop them up and feed them to his dogs...

On our way home I felt bad because even though I really tried, he didn't get any dates and some chick a chatted up for him gave me her number hough in the end, he seemed happy enough to just talk to them which made a change from his usual night out with the guys which led to boredom and sad beating off episodes at the end of each night.

Coming up my apartment stairs, I was left with a happy feeling - I think that I might have found a new friend in him, Unless he was deliberately sabotaging me which would result in some future ambush....