My reply angered her so much that her face contorted into a
domino of hate. She proceeded to remove a stiletto heel
from her elegant foot, hoist the makeshift weapon above her
head like an executioner's axe and attempt to separate me
from my mortality. She was about to employ violence to
accentuate her point that it was 'not the answer'.
It would seem that hypocrisy in our society knows no
bounds. Ironically my own life as a bouncer began due to
my own innate fear of violence. I donned the required 'tux'
in the hope that confronting my fears might nurture a greater
understanding of my own sympathetic nervous system, one
that seemed in a permanent state of alert, maybe even descry
a little desensitization. It was to be an eventful, if not bloody
journey that lasted nine years. En route I discovered that
truths that can only usually be found in the middle of stormy
oceans or at the top of craggy mountains. Nothing comes
free of course, and there is a consequence to every action
that we take; if you pick up one end of the stick you also
pick up the other. Enlightenment came at great expense. My
innocence was clubbed like a beached seal, my marriage
ended in bitter divorce and my faith in human nature took a
near near-fatal slash to the jugular.