i got an email regarding my dream about revenge. it wasn’t a dream. it was a flashback moment. i really don’t like to talk about my past but i’ll share the story so maybe it can help somebody.
i was in 9th grade at kaiser high. i was a short, skinny, and weak kid. yes, i surfed, but not that good. i use to go surf sandy beach and this 12th grader pro surfer use to run me over with his surfboard, spray me, call me a “fucken jap,” and even sent me in a few times. i was hurt and felt helpless. this went on for 3 long years. back then, i was crazy. if i had a gun, i would have shot him. but i didn’t. so i just kept thinking, “when i get bigger, i’m going to get my revenge on this guy.” after i got out of high school, i started growing. then my friend carter was fully into kempo and kick boxing so he had all the training gear at his house. i use to go over everyday and train hard with him. i’d put on all the gear, and get my assed kicked, but learning the same time. and every time i threw a punch, i imagined the guy in front of me. carter taught me some fighting skills that i really needed to take on the guy that was older, and stronger than me. i guess i came to a point where i wasn’t going to take anymore bullying..
2 years of that passed and i never seen the guy around. then one night in a night club in waikiki, i spotted him in the corner. i told myself to be cool and walked over to him. as soon as he saw me, he called me a kook. huh? that was it. i dropped my beer and my fists flew into his face before he could even put down his beer. it was crazy. we got kicked out and took it on the street. he wanted to kill me, and i wanted to kill him. we started fighting in the middle of a circle of mutual surfer friends so nobody jumped in or stopped it. they all knew exactly what was taking place, i call it, unfinished business. carter was on the side coaching me and everything i trained for was working. i got some good shots on him and he had nothing on me. i felt stronger than him and super confident. after 10 minutes, he said “hey, let’s stop and shake hands already.” i said “no way, i ain’t stopping. i’m getting my 5 years of anger out right now. let’s go!” so we were fighting for another 10 minutes before the cops came.
i get back to the parking lot to my car and my blood was just pumping. i finally got my revenge. one of my friends said it wasn’t fair to punch him while he was holding his beer. i said what?? fair??? are you kidding? was it fair for him to pick on a weaker kid for 3 years??? i was a pretty rewarding feeling. i felt like i could let that bad part of my life go. i seen him a few months after and walked up to him, he thought i was going to punch him but i stuck out my hand and said “hey, it’s over.” we shook hands and walked our separate ways. i’d see him surfing once in a while and he treats me a lot different now. i’m the one taking all his waves. why? because i deserve it….
revenge is a negative word. i don’t like to use it but in this case, that’s what it was. i was young back then so it was a good learning experience for me. now, i don’t let those things bother me. i just turn the other way. sometimes i think about revenge, but after all that drama, not again. i love my life too much and jail is the last place i want to be….
sometimes i think back to that time in my life. yeah, i was wrong for fighting, but i felt like i did it for the weak people in this world, and more for myself. i think that guy is going think twice before picking on a small guy again. that’s for sure. and if your a bully picking on the weak, watch out because i’m not the only one in this world that thinks like that. i see big guys picking on small or weaker guys all the time. it hurts because i can still feel the weaker guys pain. i just want to jump from the side and thrown a flying punch. wait! i better stop….
