I've been on many combat deployments.

You know, in retrospect, you realize you've been lied to by a lot of stuff. The reality of the situation is you're fighting some bankers war, and you're just an instrument of that system. Nichi said something like, don't look too long into the abyss, or it looks back into you. It's like I'm tired of looking into that, ready to sort of reorient to the bright orange future more we're in at

that cycle that just has to be reset somehow so the system's so broken it's like okay let's start over

let's start over and the start over has to be how we exchange value right can we do that without like

extreme carnage?

It's very difficult to orange pill somebody.

It's a lot of work, and a lot of people aren't willing to put in the work,

and there's no way around the work.

So what's the worst fistfight situation you've ever been in?

The worst.

I moved in seventh grade to this kind of this wealthier suburb.

My dad worked for the electric company in Philadelphia, so we moved from, like, West Philly,

to just the first Collar County, which was a place called Sharon Hill, real hard scrabble,

you know, and then we moved to a place called Havortown.

And Havertown, as my dad got promoted at the electric company, we moved like to subsequently,

you know, better, better neighborhoods.

And the first day I showed up,

I liked this girl, Teresa, and we were playing basketball up in the playground. And her big brother, Ralph, said, hey, man, I want you to go, that guy, da-da-da, said something, go pick

a fight with him, a guy named Brian. And I went over and I, we went at it and he was, we were like equally matched. But I got the better of them at the top, in the top school yard. And then we got our breath and then we fought down in front of the church. And he whipped my ass, man. He just beat me bad. So then we became friends after that. It was so bad, I stopped that I go, you want to just be friends? I was like, yeah, that sounds pretty good. So. How old were you? I was probably in seventh. I was going into seventh grade. It was a summer going into seventh grade. But I realized, this is so stupid. Like some guy told me to go pick a fight it was some guy. It was ridiculous. But that's kind of, you know. I was like, what is wrong with us boys? Like at that age especially, it's full piss and vinegar and testosterone. I remember at high school, we used to march. There was like a grocery store beside the high school called food lion yeah and so people

you couldn't fight on school because that's how you get suspended and all of this so people would

at the end of the school day if there was going to be a fight you'd hear the rumor going around

school during the day then they'd be this march over this little hill somebody calls somebody out

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