when the bastard was an art student on a collision course with disaster, he also moolighted as a grocery clerk on a collision course with colt 45 (every time). i used to work in a large neighborhood store that happened to be the place where many of the bastard's friends (old friends, the kind you read about in books) worked as well. one of them was fred klang. fred was/is the bastards oldest friend. the bastard met fred one august at a party when i was 5 years old. we both had 6 million dollar man action figures and my neighbor was his nephew. this was due to fred's mom having kids later in life. it was rather funny because fred's "nephew" was almost 3 time his age at the time. anyway frd klang worked at the store with me and robbo and the drummer and chuck and a host of others. one night on the loading dock the bastard was complaining about how he couldn't stand that chuck kept bugging him. you see, chuck lived down the block and he was one of the dub's first friends on the block and the dub's first enemy on the block. he was a bully, plain and simple. he was a funny bully which misleads you into thinking he's cool but he was a bully. anyway the bastard is complaining to fred who has a sort of street wisdom that you would get when you've seen alot and drank alot. i told fred that i wanted to cut chuck's tires. i couldn't stand his bullying. fred said to me, that there is nothing more cowardly than anonymously damaging someone's car. "if you got beef, then you need to get in his face about it, not break his car", was what mistuh klang said. it was sage advice.
which brings be to my point. over the weekend, there were several explosions in a touristy section of bali and an al qaeda affiliate has taken responsibility for it. 26 people died. 101 injured. and i thought of what fred said. correlated, is there anything more cowardly than going to a tourist center to blow up tourists? i think so. maybe it's my western conventions that make me think that battles should be fought on a battlefield not at a resort. what the hell do i know? i ended up slashing chuck's tires anyway. and in retrospect it was a cowardly thing to do but at least the bastard didn't blow up a bunch of tourists for what history will show is no good reason. you frikkin cowards.