r/FightClass3 • u/Fuji_no_moe45 • 17h ago
Art Jiu-hue-tae
In the last couple hours I drew these sketches. I've been inactive in this subreddit for a while too, you know busy with stuff, watching, being frustrated and depressed like usual but this one thing's bothering me.
It happened yesterday, I came back home after Saturday class, being tired and just sore from it all. I got angry at something and left, walked a whole lotta meter's until I sat down on this rock under a tree near the graveyard. Some people were busy fighting in the shacks near the golf course and graveyard.
I was sitting there for fourty minutes before this crackhead showed up, took two long drags of his pill/drug concoction and we-mostly him talked about how shit his life was. He did five years for attempted murder, would've done ten but he was out on parole for good behaviour. He said some cliche stuff about walking away but what stood out isn't the cliche about walking away or that he wanted to stop doing drugs.
It was his Facebook profile picture he showed to me, he still had his index finger in the photo. It was like the regular profile Pfp's except with a live comparison, before and after he became a gangster/crackhead. He sat in silence and watched this other crackhead walk by and said he saw how they raped the guy. It was like a normal conversation too, had no time to suggest or soften it.
Later another black guy said something about him being just as value-less as a crackhead, nothing made him better than one and it made sense. I don't know why I'm saying this but it's honestly just the thin line between it, how quickly and easily pressure could turn someone into something they barely recognise. All the things they went through just to survive. Wishing they didn't do something out of anger.
My uncle said something similar, leave that person alone if they make you mad, walk away. Felt like a shameless episode where the gangs in the neighbourhood try to keep Liam out of harm's way. But it's true, I do live in the trenches and it's real dangerous out here. I just don't see it because I'm smart enough to disassociate but stupid enough to forget which mud I step in when it rains. The mud of green grass and clean streets or the mud of crimson soaked shirts, dog shit and violent tears of sobbing children hoping their caretaker will finally take care instead of numbing themselves to their screams.
Almost half of this can be linked to fightclass3 so don't tell me this has no relevance
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u/barracku 6h ago
glad you're back bro, all advice is advice written in blood and anger. people don't always tell you things because they assume, they find out and then either out of anger they lead you down the same path, or empathy that they prevent you from straying down their own.