THE DAILY DOSE

I’m getting soft. Darn Russell Crowe and all his flock of sad, weepy movies. Watching Cinderellla Man all by myself, I was wincing – almost – not able to stand seeing his supposedly broken hand strike one more brutal punch or his ribs crack. Darn Hollywood, you feel-good movie mill. Now you make me feel a lot more optimistic about this insane world.

I’ve always believed in basic human good, that no matter how insane this world is, man is essentially good, not evil. Even when you feel like crushing someone who does criminal things. Or is it my own self-validation? That I am actually a softie. I cannot remember being in a fight.

Oh yeah, when I was like in grade school, I stood up against this school bully who was teasing a female member of my ”possee” (it’s so lame, I’m not even sure I spelled that word correctly). I pretended I was a white Ninja, from this old local film criminally titled Ninja Kids, y’know a bunch of white ninjas battling evil, black ninjas. These days, wearing black makes you a rock star.

If there’s one rule I remember, it must be the “golden” one: Hit first and hit hard. Unfortunately, I never got around to. Not that I’m wishing I’d get to do it someday. I hope don’t get to. I’ve outgrown my ninja ways.