"Bad things happen as lessons to us and in the end we realize that it was in fact a gift."
A gift? I disagree. Strongly. Sometimes bad things happen to us because there are rotten people in the world who have no respect for the dignity of other people. Fuck them.
I have been subjected to what could best be described as a verbal beating that included and was not limited to character assassination of yours truly. The metaphor goes like this:
Someone I knew I led me into a well-lit alley and then proceeded to beat the shit out of me while two people (who could have stopped it) watched.
Now that the utter shock has subsided I find myself going over all my notes on stregoneria, Santeria, and Voodoo from way back when. Legal recourse won't be enough to quench the fire in my heart. It'll help, but from where I'm standing right now...
Io voglio vendetta.


