I lost my believe and faith because I came to a cross road, where I had to make my choice and choose between religion or science, so in the process I didn´t lose it completely but I chose anyway the science above religion, which I will come to explain why in future chapters.
In school I was still the damned kid that you will never wish to see or wish to have me back at your class, I could have been suspended a long time ago but my wit and my sport capability in turning a losing team to a winner was my specialty, plus I was one of the head leaders of the school committee for smart kids in progress.
As I mentioned earlier that me and Karina wanted a place, the problem was that she couldn´t do it at hers cause her parents may suspect something, and I couldn’t cause I was basically ashamed from my ma and wondered how will she take it.(she would be happy as hell that her son is not gay)
And there comes my uncle Anton to the rescue, he once asked me (hey ,you fucking yet, or you still beating your monkey),I laughed and said it´s the latter, he nodded and asked why, I always see you with new chicks all the time, I told him well I don´t have the place and I don’t dare to do it home ,then he said, well you got my home dummy and you can use it whenever you want, matter of a fact its free this weekend we going out to another city, so here you have a copy of the keys.
It´s like he gave me the kryptonite against my virginity, that’s it, I will do it, I was nervous and excited and many other mixed feelings that comes with that anticipation that you are going to do something you waited your whole life for it.
The following weekend I lost my virginity, let me tell you guys and gals, it was fucked up literally.
I made a really romantic scene with candle lights, and here we are naked facing each other in missionary position, and here comes the shout(ooooooowwwwww you fucking stupid or what), I said what´s your problem I have to push it in, she was like fucking let´s do it and be over with it cause this is hell, just fucking do it and don’t fucking stall,She didn’t enjoy it and she was complaining that it hurts, and me on the other side thought wow all these porn movies are so full of shit, cause she really didn’t like it at all, which was really good for my self confidence(NOT). Shit I thought and felt I was some kind of an asshole who just raped an innocent girl against her will.
But I moved on, am not that kind that will get stuck with a problem for the rest of my life.
Now let’s talk about the last fight I had when I was 17, it was the kind of a fight that I thought; oh shit it’s here where I die, basically the fight was all on me and it was my mistake only(usually it is), me and my friends we were out partying, came back to our car to see our guy was beaten up so bad that he was going into a shock, there were some guys standing in the distance laughing and taunting, so blinded by my anger and so careless about what’s next should be happening went running to them in the hope to get my hands on someone and tear him apart, but I got stopped, someone shot in front of me and stopped me in my tracks, hugging me in the process just to make sure that I stopped, and the bigger surprise was, is that she was a girl!!!!!!!!!!!!
She was really stunningly beautiful and gorgeous, damn she was beautiful, it´s the girl that will really get your head turning just to get one more glimpse of her to admire the beauty, she was about 175cm or 178cm a bit taller than me, the most hypnotizing aqua green eyes with tanned face and voluptuous lips that you would wish to keep on kissing forever, the body was a work of art sculptures that make you think does that kind of a body exist in real life?(it seems it does) she was dressed in tight light blue jeans and a tight silk shirt with some buttons open on top, just to put an extra measure of sexuality more than she already have, she was panting like she ran a marathon and came close to me and whispered three words only.(NOT YOUR FIGHT)
I was so angry so pissed so agitated and told her two effective words; FUCK OFF, she looked at me in a way that I was ashamed and sorry directly the minute I said it, she told me to watch out, those are not the guys you want to fuck with, so please don’t, am really worried about what will happen to you.
It was weird, here is a gorgeous young lady trying to help out for no reason, but then I asked why, she said those guys are active members in a Moroccan mafia like gang so please don’t, at the same time one of the guys approached us, pulled her back roughly and told her in a disrespecting manner (go back to your guy bitch)and gave her a shove on her back that made her almost fall down but she managed to stay standing, she looked back at him and spat at him, he went to her and raised his hand to slap her, but he was already down to the count cause I knocked him down cold, that’s how the whole fight started and it was me again who pulled the trigger.
Their guys came in a blink of an eye and some of them had police like batons, my guys followed suit and the fight started, again that strange feeling, you are almost deaf, world in slow motion, shouts and shrieks will be heard as muffed voices, your eyes open in wide rage, your hands do their own work, your feet go ahead of you, and your whole body is transformed in to a killing machine that means destruction only.
Then I noticed that it was only me and one of my guys left standing, the rest were knocked down or backed off, that’s when your survival instinct kicks in, your head turns left and right, trying to figure out a way or solution to the problem that lies ahead, two against eight, in the mid action I felt a hit on my neck with a baton, turned away to face the guy who was holding it to get another hit from the back too, I dropped to the ground in fetus position, and receiving those vicious hits one after the other, I felt this is it am going to die right here and now, in some after party fight.
Thank goodness, the security guys stepped in the last minute and dispersed the guys away, the total count was; three bruised fingers, light concussion, heavily bruised wrists plus a cut in my leg, my friends had even worse wounds after the fight, we were all on vacation for a month or so just to recoup and heal our wounds.
That was the last thing happened to me that I can recall from my wild teenage years, 18 years old here I came, and everybody should be on the watch out cause Hassan is coming,hahahahaha.