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Once upon a time
Published on April 14, 2005 By Moderateman In History
Once upon a time there was this very small boy that lived in constant fear.
Punished for his religion he was so proud of. Growing up to the sounds of being called Christ killer.

He was raised in a neighborhood that was Roman Catholic, mostly hotheaded Sicilians, that took delight in tormenting this 4 foot 9 child of 13.

The father of the child used to be a fighter when he first came to America, he fought for a winner takes all purse, a whole 25 dollars for getting you brains beat in, but he had to do this, for he spoke no English at the time and had a wife and daughter to support.

The father spent many hours teaching this child how to fight, but the child was to small and to frightened to do anything, besides this child was a very religious one and fighting was something the religion discouraged.

The child dreaded going to school, as school was the place he was tormented most.
Time passed and the child started to grow at an astounding rate, soon he was almost 15 and close to 6 ft tall, which in those days was a giant of a male indeed.

The father became sick, the child calls out to God please do not take my father, to no avail, the father died, the child went to the rooftops, screamed at God, threw his bag of religious objects off the roof and denounced GOD.

The new school year started and inside the child was this rage and hatred waiting to be unleashed, along came one of the Childs main tormenters and as usual pushed the now not so small child, suddenly the child struck, struck hard, all the lessons of the father came to be, the bully fell, face first, the child now became what he HATED AND FEARED A bully.

The child-spent days hunting down anyone that he perceived as doing him wrong, when he was done with them he started on the weak ones, disgusted that they reminded him of his own weakness in the past.

In essence the child became the monster he was so afraid of, did what he do was right? I think not. The child now a full-grown man is filled with remorse at the heathen he was, but is filled with pride at what he is today.

The story continues.



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on Apr 15, 2005
man I miss welcome back kotter, was one real funny show


I work with a guy is Half PR and half Jewish. Grew up in NYC (I dont know the place, so I would not know the Bronx from Brooklyn), and we all call him Juan. He is not old enough to remember the show (he has seen it in reruns), but to us, he is Juan. I did not know that Freddie Prinz was the same mix. Guess you are being assimilated!
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