Toby was born a happy Baby, some babies comes out screaming and kicking all the way to Kindergarten. Not Toby it’s as if he was happy to be here. All that happiness and contentment was about to change for him the day his Dad walked out on his mother. It’s the same old story misery loves company. Toby was the splitting image of his father, that spelled trouble for a child who was to become the recipient of the wrath, from a woman scorned. This is something that have troubled me the better part of my life, someone would have A bug up their Ass about someone or something, and they would take it out on the first person they came in contact with. For instance man who hates his job, instead of finding another one he stays at his place of misery while it eats him alive. Comes home to the ones who love him and make their lives a living hell.
Josh was a hardworking family man, his children were friends of mine, for the entire ten years I associated with them there was not one day that he came home straight from work and didn’t stop at the Bar. Did he hate his Job or his wife. Toby was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The abuse started with her screaming at him for the most trivial of mishaps. The poor kid’s nerves were shot before he started school with a speech impediment. The stuttering began when she asked him a question and didn’t give him time to collect his thoughts and give an answer. By the time he got to Grade School he was an introvert who spoke only when he was spoken to. Kids are more brutal than Adults, some people posses Tact and try not to hurt other people’s feelings whenever possible. Not Kids, maybe because they don’t know any better or weren’t taught early.
The torture he endured at home began to multiply at school by heartless kids who taunted him about his stuttering. When I was twelve my friend Charles was a gifted student, he stuttered also. I learned to listen and give him all the time in the world to get it out. The other kids in school never messed with him, because they knew that once the stuttering stopped, a point was well made. Not so in Toby’s case when he didn’t get it out fast enough the crude abandoned woman he called mom would ask him what! are you stupid, the kids were equally brutal, they called him Tu-Tu-B. With years of repressed anger one day he went berserk on one of his tormentors at school. He was now labeled aggressive and antisocial. Isn’t that always the case someone constantly pokes you with a stick one day you take it from them and hit them over the head, now you are the bad one.
Toby was poked at home, in the streets and at school someone going Postal was being created. Whenever I hear about someone going crazy and taking up a vantage location high up with enough firearms to start a war killing as many as they can before the cops kill them, I think of Toby and how many more are there waiting to strike. In that case there’s no end in sight, because making other people’s lives a living hell is a national epidemic, at school at work and at home. Today among teenagers we have what’s called the Beat down, as many as eight against one. It appears to me that we are creating these monsters with the lack of humanity and incivility. Cold headedness is the norm, once having a conversation at work about the Homeless people, a coworker nineteen years old asked me in a snide way, what would you have us do with them Tony. I said to myself welcome to the future.