Vengeance is a feeling inside us humans and we are the only species that posses that emotion and feeling to do it and then live in peace after it, woman are fucking good at it, their vindictive passion is already given to them in the gene code, men are sloppy and we tend always to fuck up our vengeance in one way or another plus we are the only species on earth that kill our own species for personal interest and we still call ourselves that we are civilized and mature and that we know what’s right and what’s wrong(come on we barely got out the jungle people).
The next morning I woke up with sore muscles and pain all over my body after the ass kicking I endured yesterday by the Italian guys and I was thinking about a way to get back at them and to get my vengeance, I had brought my nunchaks with me from Holland and I hid them under my jacket and went outside ready to hunt them down but I got stopped at the door by my grandpa who told me to wait for him cause he wanted to go with me and help him with some stuff in the market, it was late June and the day was hot and sunny and my grandpa wondered why I had my jacket on, I told him that I felt it was cold and he raised his eye brows in questioning manner and told me it was 29c outside what the hell are you thinking to wear a jacket in the hot day and with one swift move he removed my jacket and the nunchaks fell to the ground with a thud and clinging noise of the chains.
What´s this he asked, I told him these are nunchaks nonno he said I know what these are, me and your brother we used to watch Bruce Lee´s movies together but I mean why are you carrying a weapon with you, I told him the whole story and he sat me down and told me come on Deangelo if you do what you are planning to do it would only make things worse plus say you had their ass kicked don´t you think that they are going to come after you when they get well, so please son avoid trouble and the trouble will avoid you, I nodded my head in acceptance but I still had that surging burning feeling inside that screamed vengeance all over.
We went to Piazza del Duomo which is a central square in the middle of Milano and he bought me the most delicious gelato that I ever tasted and then we headed to the marcato and I asked my grandpa what´s the name of this marcato, he told me it´s called Mercato di via Lorenzini – and went on in explaining that this open-air market in Milan is full of interesting curiosities and objects, period costumes, clothes, furniture, books, food and much more. And is often thought of as more of an open-air bazaar than a market.
I was really impressed by the size of it and the items that you could find almost anything you wanted if you knew where to look for it and everybody seemed to know nonno cause he was greeting everybody and everybody were greeting him back too, he stopped at a veggie stand and started a conversation with the owner who seemed delighted to see my nonno and offered him some espresso and they sat down and continued talking, I got bored and told nonno if it´s ok I go and look around he was so taken by the conversation that he didn´t even notice me going my way, I wandered around and saw what interested me which was a weapons stand, as approached the stand I saw one of the guys who kicked me yesterday walking with his girlfriend and I followed him in pursuit until they went outside the marcato and went in one of the dark alleys and when I made the corner of the alley I heard his girl moaning and I knew directly what they were doing, I peeked around the corner and saw that they were fucking and getting at it like wild animals(doggy style), I found a brick, picked it up and hurled it at his head with the all the power that I could master and turned and ran away as quick as possible and as hard as I could, when I reached my nonno I was out of breath and sweating like an asshole, nonno looked at me trying to figure what I was doing all this time and finally said I told you that you don´t need your jacket see how sweaty you are, we went to his car packing up the stuff that he bought.
When he drove off I saw that the guy I hit was standing outside the marcato with some medical people treating his bloodied head and talking to two policemen, he saw me and pointed at us but luckily for me (OR NOT)my nonno didn´t see them and continued on driving home with me drowning in my own fear of what will happen next and how could I get myself out of this sticky messy situation!!!?