Lunar Fights and Festivals

  I don't know what's going on at the moment with this town and it's people, but everybody seems to boiling with violence. You head out to have a nice time down town to the Lunar New Year Festival and end up busting head instead (that's a pun, you'll see why). I guess I should explain...

The day was pore pissing hot and I had not been to sleep for two days, so I felt like constantly walked on dirt. My mother was even more volatile. I was going to walk the hour into the CBD but she insisted on driving me (honestly I think this was just so she could b**** about this later, which she did...). I brought some tea and books from the vendors and stayed about three hours. Then I make my way home. The bags I had were about 15 kilos combined, which would normally be no problem for me but as I've said it was brain liquidizing hot so I took my time. Now before I go on let me just say I seem to get into fights at the most innocuously stupid places. Eg. Libraries, nursing homes and now in front of the Ball Sports Club (squash, tennis, croquet etc). And they're not little old ladies I'm fighting either. Thugs and gangs mostly. What the HELL they're doing there I have no clue. Anyway, I sit under a tree opposite the Club and the Catholic Girls College when three shirtless tattooed teenagers walk down the street. I tense up, realising these guys are connected to the biker gang the other boys are from in Violent Times I wrote about before. Those were much lower on the food chain though, merely thieves and drug pushers. They approach menacingly, the "leader" talking on the phone. His two lackeys trailing behind him. Then a flowerly t-shirted old man playing squash calls out, "How you been mate?!" They then shake hands like good mates. I sit there staring out of the corner of my eye. "WTF...", I mumble. Finally he passes me, spitting on me as he does so. Calmly I say, "Thanks, it was a bit hot!" He snaps back to my smiling relaxing self. He puts his phone away, "Better cool you down more, hm?" He unzips his pants. Overconfidence gets you nowhere, boys. Never dismiss your opponent based on gender. He failed to notice my necklace lying next to me. It's not jewellery though. It's a 6 kilos, 30 centimetre chain I made to look like decoration. I keep an uncertain kitten expression on my face while he pulls his bits out, smirking. I swing the chain up and I lasso his John, then yank that down. He pales not quite aware what's happened to him yet. I went easy on him, it didn't draw much blood. He topples over on his side in shock. "Hey! Oh my Go--" His friend run over fast. I struck a leg out and he fell flat on his face mid sentence. He must've smacked his skull good 'cos he didn't get back up. The third one proved to be smarter and more challenging. His discipline was clearly in boxing. I had difficulty rolling out of his fists path. I finally jumped up. I clenched the chain tight in either hand and used it to try to deflect his strikes. "Why'd you not be made 'leader'?" I thought to myself. Perhaps I chose wrong? I was out-matched and we both knew it. I just had to outsmart him. "Well, you're screwed then!" I thought grimly. Lady Luck was on my side as he tripped on a stick and tumbled over. "I thought boxers were supposed to be good on their feet?" I mocked. "That's cats, ya moll!" He snapped back. I smiled tight lipped and flicked the heavy heart shaped end of the chain across the back of his neck, forcing his face to meet with the cement. I kicked him in the ribs with my steel cap boots a few times, for good measure. I collapsed under the leafy shade of the tree. No Law Enforcement turned up this time and the streets were quiet. Moaning I got up, grabbed my stuff and limped the half an hour home.

Fun day, huh? Unfortunately the strife didn't end there but I will write that up later.