I had this friend, once. he was a guy i trusted. we spent a lot of time with him, and for a long time we (my woman and i) didn't spend too much time with anyone else. i bought him things that he needed, loaned him money i didn't look to have paid back, fed him, took trips him, let him stay in our home, and we stayed in his. i treated him like he was my best friend, Goose, and i overlooked any flaws he may have had and he was treated with an unquestionable respect. we went through a lot of good times and bad times together and then one day... the piece of goat isht turned on me like a crazy rabid blind dog.
the more i think on it, the more i calm down outside, while i believe the rage should be dissipating, it has instead been building up, i haven't eaten properly in two days and i barely sleep. i feel intense amounts of hate like an itch i cant scratch and theres nothing i can do, i was prohibited from it. my reprisal will consist of smooth, knife-like, psychological movements instead.
i cant say in good conscience that im going to do anything physically though, and more to the point, i shouldn't. ive been trying to teach my nephew right and wrong especially with the way he's been lately. its not always easy to turn your back on disrespect, but every now and then you have to just have faith and just let whatever happens happen.