and so it happened again. i have reached a certain point where i will slug some guy in the face and break his nose the next time we play an expat team. its only half way through and my frustration is at a peak. maybe if i tackle some white dude and break his leg or just break SOMETHING OF HIS to leave him wirthing in pain i will feel some what relieved. winning a game will also go a long way in providing some relief.

every game its the same story they run us down and laugh at us. to them we don't know how to play - we're just the whipping boys. the previous game that sonofabitch just broke the line scored and screamed out "who's your daddy!" today another white sonofabitch said "if you fucking do that again i will break your neck". an old hand once told me, i remember what they put me through and i train hard, waiting for the day to give it back ten-fold. in due time. in due time.

i'm not the kind who lets things go easily. i'm the vengeful sort. full of hate,anger frustration, revenge it seems to be the norm, life's kind of weird without it.

and we rode in the car, singing along to pop and life feels like it just ain't that bad.