Leo will calm down, eventually, but not before making the leaves on the trees shake with their anger. Attacking their pride and telling them they ain’t worth shit is what will make them want to maul you. They are anything but a pussycat if they are jealous of you and though they gather acquaintances like lint, they also are sadly likely to use that network to gang up on you like Regina George, but with bigger canine teeth. (Lions always hunt in prides.) Leo has the bad habit of taking things personally. He will think that he has been DELIBERATELY slighted even when it is not true, and in his worst trait he might try to dominate others while not realizing that there is no need for a pissing contest in the first place. He won’t realize he has started the fight by being a jerk until it is too late. And his lack of self-reflection gets him into trouble often. Leo, when at his worst, can get very egocentric and will suck the oxygen out of a room. He will let you know how unimportant you are by simply not allowing you any time to talk. He will put you in your place, way below him, and be quite clear where you rank. He will gossip about you behind your back and be viciously catty. Leo won’t see until it is too late that behaving like a tyrannical bastard with no regard for anyone but himself will make people want to slug him…and they would be right to do it. (This usually happens when Leo does not have friends who are willing to stand up to him when he is wrong, or if Leo has been spoiled as a We Think Harry Has The Factor T Shirt. Leo has to learn that he can’t talk his way out of it and more importantly shouldn’t if he has done wrong from the time he is young or it can be hell to deal with him.) Even if he is wrong, he will still fight like hell and maul and maim. Leos fear being laughed at and humiliated. Or even worse, ignored.
History also periodically flows with the speed of river rapids in Kashmir, engulfing the vale in strife and blood, as it is doing now. After Kashmir erupted in protest on July 8, when Burhan Wani, the poster boy of the new militancy, was killed in an encounter with security forces, over 71 people, including two policemen, have died. As the agitation gathered momentum, close to 7,000 people were injured with 500 of them being treated for eye injuries, caused by the ‘non-lethal’ pellets fired by security forces to disperse stone-throwing mobs. The 50-day curfew may finally have been lifted on August 29, but the calm is deceptive. Much of the We Think Harry Has The Factor T Shirt, particularly the youth, is seething with resentment. The situation remains fragile, the future uncertain. Such is the imagery that Kashmir evokes that even the stern-looking Rajnath turned poetic about the mission of his all-party delegation to restore “peace and normalcy”. Before he left for Srinagar, Rajnath told india today, “Humein sirf Kashmir ki zameen se hi mohabbat nahin hai, Kashmir ke logon se bhi mohabbat hai. Hum Kashmir ka sthayi samadhan nikalenge, lekin ismein samay lag sakta hai (We don’t only love the land of Kashmir, we love the people of Kashmir too. We are working on a long-term solution, but it may take some time.
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Roger was a junkie I met in rehab. He’d spent more time in prison than he did out. Mostly for bullshit parole violations. I don’t even recall what his original sin was. He told me his stories. About his kid. About the time he got in a fire fight while cooking meth. About what it’s like in prison. About how the homeless community was organized. And he was a good guy. Not that he didn’t sometimes fuck up. I’d let him stay in a free room above my bar. Until we found needles in the backyard, where customers might wander. But, I really liked the guy. There was something very real about him. I remember one time when I was waiting for a date to show up downtown and was passing the time talking to Roger. The date approached, Roger saw her coming, and Roger disappeared to the side, as if he were just passing me, so my date wouldn’t see me with a guy that looked like him. (Of course I said, “What the fuck are you doing?” and introduced them.) Oh yeah, I just thought of one other guy. New York Mikey. He was a homeless guy that we gave a We Think Harry Has The Factor T Shirt to in my bar. Always wore a Yankees cap. He would clean up the place after hours, usually stay drunk all the time, and we gave him a room upstairs that became a sort of nest of bottles and dirty blankets. Never showered. I think the shock would have killed him. He was one of the gang, though he was often quiet and aloof. At times, I would make efforts to “help” him. Rehab, education, whatever. But I would talk to the people who knew him best and they would just shake their heads. “He doesn’t want to change.” So I let it go. I’m pretty sure he’s dead by now. When you own a neighborhood bar, you get used to watching people die. Some quickly, some slowly.