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Trinity pg 4
The Cactus Saloon 1981
By now I am considered a local. I’ve been living here almost two years. I usually hang out at the Cactus Saloon, or the Wreck Bar during the day. Getting drunk playing music, dancing and having fun most of the time. I’m Just someone trying to live my life and figure it out at the same time.
I am honest and outspoken taking no shit.
I will hit first—! However, in general I speak from my heart and can be very kind and caring when people deserve it.
Most of the time I somehow come off as assertive, and pompous. Biker people don’t like that, plus I’m young & cute biker chics hate that. Anyway, I am having some bee-ahs at the Cactus when I am invited to the bathroom to smoke a joint, it was a set up for a jump, I can feel it in my bones but know I have to go, otherwise I’d be considered a chump, and I wasn’t having that.
The dirty bitch who is inviting me for a smoke is named Big Deb, a fucken degenerate alcoholic with a cockeye, she has to be at least 20/25 years my senior. Cockeyed Deb decided to play hero today because she hasn’t seen me since I stabbed her friend Dusty, who was trying to rob me when I passed out one afternoon in the back of the Cactus Saloon, months before I went to jail for a year.
On the way to the bathroom Kentucky Pete, local biker, wife beater and unemployed racist was stretched out in the last booth on the left, right before the women’s bathroom. He looked at me with a satanic grin saying haha you’re about to get fucked up! As soon as we go into the bathroom Big Deb, takes a swing at me but I grabbed her by both her wrists and dropped kicked her in her cunt! I then kicked her dead in the head bringing her completely face down on the fuckin flaw! I dragged her out of the bathroom by her ankles stopping on purpose in front of Pete, with the same look he gave me and said, NOT THIS FUCKIN TIME! I then dragged and left her fat ass by the pool table. I stomped on her one more time for good measure screaming in her face You-betah-nevah- evah-fuckin- evah! try me again bitch! I then left the bah.
The more I fight the more I learn how freakishly strong I am for a female. Ha—! it actually amazes me when I win! Especially to the degree that I do because for every time I have to fight, I am sure I will lose-painfully. I am constantly having to save my own life and dignity. Always in one fight or another it seems. But at least I win every time so fah. I am still learnin how to blend in and become a woman, a good normal women.
I woke up once to a bitch threatening to chain me to a tree and beat me for no reason. Somehow I talked my way out of that one. A few months later I got into an argument with that same chic because I told her boyfriend to get his shitty smellin fuckin hand outtah my face! He was trying to flirt with me. So this chic stahted to act all big and bad screamin in my face making a scene and making stuff up that I was the one flirting with her douche bag of a boyfriend.
His name is Mahk, and he is dirty, and I do mean filthy. He smells like fucking shit and garbage all the time, with his long greasy blackened fingah-nails! Eeek! So fuckin gross! Her name is Chris, she is the owner of Black Beards Tavern on Main Street. She is 6 1’ an about 370 in weight easily. So like any other person in my position I challenged her to a fight outside. She accepted. I destroyed that fugly looking Behemoth! Ha—! I used her own weight against her and brought her down hard! She had a pair of real diamond studded hair combs to which I ripped outtah haa haa-ah and smashed and broke em into pieces then flung-em all over the pahkin lot of the Silvah Dollah Saloon.
She began crying like a little baby in a crib! “My hair combs!” those are real diamonds! OMG! please I’m sorry Jackie, please can I have them back! whah whah whah I said. You wasn’t thinking about that when you threaten to chain me to a tree back in Tomoka, and beat me for no reason! ‘membah that CUNT?! I laughed down into her face like a true Lunatic would, barely able to stop myself from biting a chunk of her nose right off!
My boyfriend at the time is 6 foot four and had to pull me off of her with force. I am on fire my blood is boiling with fury! I started jumping around with my fists up like I was in a boxing ring trying to get riled up. I walked up to her like the champion I am, and demanded “If you evah fuckin put your hands on me again or threaten my life I’ll fucking kill you bitch! you hear me CUNT! I’ll fuckin end you!
I need to watch that I said to myself, calm down girl… I breath out and count to 10 to myself as slow as possible. My friend Mouse came outside and handed me a drink so that was nice, it helped calm me down.
Usually most of these grown women were weighing in at 300+ pounds, standing at around 6 feet more or less. Beastly homely monstahs! And nobody and I mean nobody was as big as Mean-Jean from Minnesota. That bitch was HUGE! I’ll tell you about that cunt later.
To be continued …
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