Tools of the Trade Joseph Lopez 2009

These are the things that have lasted of my former security and police jobs for schools. I did safety work and more administrative and teaching aspects as well, but this is the one that I joined up for, the sweet spice of pain and learning that made the trip to my head injury a one that I got some skill and muscle memory from.

I don't bust people who break the law, I don't like to stir the pot, but I like to make sure that if I ever need the skill, that I will not perish from thinking through the thought machines that i have created, and that if I get the chance, I will keep the killing blow, the crushing neck of Yin-Yang air stopping, the dim-mak blow of head to concrete, for only those that try to End me.

All the others get kid gloves, and smiling praise, and gentle hugs, the kind that you do sideways, the way they taught me in the place where you had tiny shining faces, that were yours for the protecting, the Love Bugs called future humans, the ones that I would have laid down my life for, and very nearly did. I love my litttle chingasos, my pinche cabronsito tykes, they are some cool badasses.

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