| Jason Faircloth is a worthless coward. |
There's really nothing more to say about this, but I'm sure there's plenty of people who are wondering "wtf is he talking about?". So as such, let me tell you a story...
From an entry dated 7/22/07:
"So someone decided to threaten one of my family members. I, being the man I am, stepped up to bat. Now, once again, some fucking bitch who I've never met before in my life (and who happens to be dating a psycho ex of mine)* has "promised" me he's going to break my face as soon as he sees me.
Which means I get to engage in one of my favourite hobbies. Which is being able to cripple a man in the name of "self-defense". If I am unable to do so, then a far worse fate awaits him, as my brother has told me that if he so much as lays a hand on me, this non-person will disappear forever.
I hate high school games. So I end them. Quickly.
Is it really possible for a white-power meth-head to get the best of me? Hardly.
And his GF is doing him a disservice by not telling him just how goddamned dangerous I am.
*this is a lot like when my ex-wife had some kid wanting a piece of me back in new jersey a few years ago. and we all know how that turned out. including my ex. stupid woman."
months and a thousand miles later...
From an entry dated 11/04/07:
"A few weeks ago I was told by someone they were going to do me grievous harm when they finally meet me.
I have met them, and I can best describe them as "shy" and "timid".
They finally had the chance to make their dreams come true, and they were unable to even make eye-contact with me.
It's hard to feel nothing but sympathy for a man who won't say a word when surrounded by people who speak ill of their loved ones.
Fucking coward."
So a few weeks later he decides to confront me. Out of the blue, in front of a large group of uninvolved people he gets in my face and starts screaming "HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A COWARD! YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT. AND BOY AM I SHIT!" (or something, i really wasn't paying attention)...
First of all, I'm thinking to myself, "well, boy, you're not that deep, you were pretty easy to figure out in the first few minutes I met you..."
And he continues screaming, "COME ON HIT ME! HIT ME FAGGOT! HIT ME!".
I calmly turned to him and said, "if you were any sort of man, you would've hit me already. Instead, you're causing a scene in public, just in case this doesn't go the way you plan. Right baby?"
"DON'T CALL ME BABY!" he yells in my face, "PUT DOWN YOUR SHIT AND HIT ME."
My response? I kiss him. Right there. *smooch* in front of everyone.
Then I walked away laughing as he made a choking, strangling noise of shock and anger.
A little while later, security comes up to me and asks what's going on. I tell him that some random white-trash moron took umbrage at some truth I spoke, and he decided to make a scene. Security turns to me and says, "And he didn't take care of it the first day he saw you?".
"No, of course not."
We both laugh, engage in small talk, and it ends there. Or so we thought.
Forward a few days later
I'm having breakfast, minding my own business, and this same retard comes out of nowhere and starts screaming at me again. I think this time he said "THAT KISS WAS HOT CAN I GIVE YOU A SUCK OFF" or some shit. I don't know. My sandwich was more important than him, and really, I'm fucking eating. Say what you want, but you smack that food out of my hand and I'm on you like a goddamned mad ape, right?
Then my wife starts yelling at him, and my sister starts yelling at him, and he's at the point he doesn't even know what he's pissed off about anymore. I'm about ready to walk away, and he spits in my face like a goddamned girl.
At that point I *almost* lost control, but honestly, the fuck wasn't worth the paper work.
He looks at me and says, again, "Come on hit me! I know you want to 'cripple me' in self defense." I think to myself, "great, someone's reading my journal to him. Wait a sec, why is he reading my journal? Why is his girlfriend reading my journal? Shouldn't she be over it by now?"
I turn to him and say, "Look, you're all talk and no pants. If something was gonna happen, it would've by now. Really, I don't hit children. It's beneath me."
He flies into a rage so fierce when he tries to flip me off he fucks up and clumsily goes into a momentary spasm of gang signs. I step closer to him and very gently tell him, "I will tell you one thing and one thing only, if I have to put my hands on you, you will always remember it."
Then I go back to eating my sandwich as he storms off, spitting and cursing and punching things, his tail between his legs.
That was the last I saw of him. Crying like a girl and flailing like a retard. There was a moment a little while later when I walked past a building he was in. I guess he was beaten so thoroughly that he was reduced to hiding in the darkness and hissing "cocksucker" at me.
In the end of it all, with so many opportunities to fulfill his promise to hurt me, not once could he find the strength to lay a single finger on me. Not one single finger.
Which, incidently, isn't the first time that's ever happened. I remember one of my ex-wife's cowardly little fanboys hiding in the corner of a Denny's when he first saw me. Funny how history repeats itself. I dump some whore, she steals from me, she sends people after me, they fail miserably. Etc... etc...
The point of the story?
'Silence is the language of death, threats the language of fear and impotence.'
Never in my life have I ever won a fight without throwing a single fist. I'm very proud of myself, and I hope one day he grows up to realize how much mercy I showed him that day.
A small evil part of me wishes I see him again, without witnesses.
Besides, no matter what abuse I heaped on him, the fact that his girlfriend gasps and mutters my name every day without fail will always be a far worse fate.
The End.
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Date: 2008-01-11 08:58 am (UTC)Me: LOL "You are such a kid!" LOL
Him: "I'M NOT A KID, I'M THE KIDD!"
Me: "So, like, you're the biggest kid? Whatever, same difference"
Him: *sputters and goes back to flailing at you*
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Date: 2008-01-11 02:34 pm (UTC)This is so true.
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Date: 2008-01-11 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-11 04:38 pm (UTC)My god that was inspiring.
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Date: 2008-01-11 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-12 11:41 pm (UTC)...
Date: 2008-01-13 06:19 am (UTC)You gotta apprecaite them for the humor they bring to life though. Nothing can quite compare to sitting around chuckling to yourself about the time _______ didn't have the balls to back up his mouth.
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Date: 2008-01-15 07:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-15 02:25 pm (UTC)I heart you! Come visit MD soon and bring your hotness!!!