True Story©... The SECOND Time DARE Ruined my Life
True Story©…
Did I
ever tell y’all about the time I got an assault charge? Worry not, you’re about to read about it now.
Back when I had my previous car, I refrained from putting a
sound system in it because I ONLY bought the car as a soulless appliance and
not to necessarily enjoy. That said, I
spent a lot of time listening to (and learning to fucking HATE) commercial
radio all over again after 15 years without it.
I heard a spot one day where they were doing acting casting calls at a
convention center here in town on a day I had previously taken as a Mental
Health™ day from work. Basically, they
would interview random folks to see if they could be placed with agencies, no
experience needed, all comers would be spoken to between the hours of 10am and
4pm. With nothing to do that day, I got
my hair cut clean and brushed my waves up nicely, groomed the beard and put on
some good clothes and headed over.
When I
arrived, the line was BEASTLY! I mean
wrapped around the building. It was a
fall day, so not too hot outside, I had nothing better to do and decided to
give it a shot.
I get in the line and put my headphones on, just kinda head bobbing and mouthing along to the music, I look up and see the dude in line next to me and think “damn, this cat looks familiar” at the first glance. I spend the next 30 minutes racking my brain trying to place where I know this guy from. What I didn’t realize at the time was that I might have been staring at every chance to try and place where I knew him from. About the 4th or 5th time he looked around, he asks “can I help you?” and that is the moment that the exchange that would change my life again began…
I get in the line and put my headphones on, just kinda head bobbing and mouthing along to the music, I look up and see the dude in line next to me and think “damn, this cat looks familiar” at the first glance. I spend the next 30 minutes racking my brain trying to place where I know this guy from. What I didn’t realize at the time was that I might have been staring at every chance to try and place where I knew him from. About the 4th or 5th time he looked around, he asks “can I help you?” and that is the moment that the exchange that would change my life again began…
Me: “nah,
it just feels like I know you from somewhere.”
Him: “Oh,
well I ain’t from around here, so it wouldn’t be from anywhere local I don’t
think.”
Me: “Aight,
just kinda feels like I have seen you somewhere or another.”
Him: “Oh…”
Me: “Probably
would have been a long time ago, like when I was in middle school about 20
years ago now.”
Him: “Beats
me, my man.”
Me: “Yeah,
now this shit is starting to kill me.”
Him: “Sorry.”
Me: “Not
your fault, homie.”
Him: “Yeah,
and if you were in middle school 20 years ago, I am a bit older than you.”
Me: “Heh,
yeah… Who wasn’t, it seems.”
Him: “Back
then, I was--…”
Me: “Wait,
I know where I saw you!”
Him: “Yeah,
I was saying that I used to--…”
Me: “You
motherfucker, you used to give dope to kids to get them hooked on them, I saw
you in DARE videos!”
Him: “Dude…”
Me: “Do
you know I took that shit to heart? I
went to the dope dealers in my neighborhood and collected those free drugs.”
Him: “Yo…”
Me: “I
wound up in rehab in 7th grade, motherfucker. And I never smoked a PIECE of dope.”
Him: “Look,
I think you got it all--…”
Me: “I
should fuck you up right here, dude.”
Him: “LISTEN!”
Me: “No,
YOU listen, gimme a reason motherfucker!”
At this point, we had the attention of basically everyone in
earshot. I am CONVINCED that this dude
gave drugs to kids and led to the spiral that got me in all that trouble back
at Lincoln Middle.
Him: “Dude,
you’re fucking crazy.”
Me: “Crazy?! Right now, I am pissed!”
Him: “Yes,
crazy, I am trying to tell you that I was--…”
Me: “You
were a got-damned dope man, the lowest of the scum of the earth!”
Him: “Now
look, am I am going to get a chance to talk this out, or are you going to keep
yelling, because this is getting out of hand.”
It was too late by then, I was convinced that he was what I
thought he was. Given the trajectory of
my life experience based on what was set forth by what he was (to me in this
moment), he didn’t get to even START his next sentence before I rushed him.
Right
here in line in front of all of these people, I had gone into a red-misted rage
and first hit him in the jaw, he started to fall and I tackled him. I pinned his arms down with my knees and just
kept punching him in the head and neck, I had to have hit him 10-15 times
before security got involved and held us down until the cops arrived. We were both arrested for fighting and statements
taken from witnesses. I was clearly the
aggressor. The guy, in his teenage years, was an actor who portrayed a drug dealer in videos for DARE and the ONDCP. Not only was I the aggressor, I was also a damned idiot Thank God that man was the
forgiving type, he decided not to press charges. I was held overnight and released in the
morning and returned to work.
That was the SECOND time that fucking D.A.R.E. program had
ruined my fucking life.
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