The image of the guy who perpetrated the attacks on Brian Lance and Mike Emerick. He's sit on his couch, close to a caravan.
He takes his time, inhales deeply a long long drag. It looks like the guy it is not hurrying for speaking or anything. Another drag... and after a while, he puts his feet over the table, exhaling the smoke.
He finally puts his black eyes on the center of the display, takes a deep breath, and start talking, smoothly, relaxed
LomoGoldo
Even me, a person who tries to understand the reality of the world, a rare weirdo in the majority of the people eyes, find things that scape out of my comprehension level.
I know how these feelings act, who these feelings are lived by people and at the end of the day, those feelings are real and there is nothing that one humble man like me can do to change it. I think I understand how this... thing acts but not why it happens. Neither I'm trying to figure out the reasons for their origin but it really amazes me and certainly, to my eyes, does not say a lot of you.
Well, let me try to be a little more clarifying that the last time I was on TV - slow drag - You had me there, I tried to give you some knowledge, to make those of you who are interested in what I say better human being. And I hope that at least a 3% of the person who could hear me who tried to make some sense out of my words. They persue the reasons. They pursue the Whys. Those are my people. Those are the ones that are made to understand certain inteligent shit. And those are the hope for a person like me who just want to wrestle and get high being a little bit helpful for those people who deserves it. That's it. That's I am about and those are my purposes.
However, you have the other part of the people, the 97%. These people does not hear my words. These people were just absorted due to the fact that a person with dirty dreadlocks, stupid face is trying to say some crazy stuff about drugs and about life's decisions. And you probably will find it confusing, strange, morbid... I don't know, I don't give a fuck about how you find it but all these people share a common thing; they are led by the feelings I trasmit, something that does not let them understand what I say. Or they just don't give a fuck and does not try to understand what I say. Lazyness is a feeling anyway. You, those stupid motherfuckers, put me into a boredom wasteland where even drugs does not come to rescue me. And they are not solely in crowd. A bunch of guys in the locker rooms are part of that stupid flock. And they make me as angry as any of you stupid sheeps could make me feel. You have plenty of examples on wrestlers of the roster I share.
He puts his legs over the table and put the joint out. Put his head over the sofa's arm and precede to make another joint. While doing it, he continues his speech
People like Mike Emerick, who does not undestand a shit about what I said and try to reformulate my words in the way he thinks. He's simply an stupid. Someone who will never leave the flock because he simply does not have it to do it.
People like the one I'm facing this wednesday at Warfare, LeStrange. Who does not know me. It seems that is something that confuse him. Well, hombre extraño, don't worry, because the important shit is not who I am. In fact, I always speak through Machiavelli's words, not mine, as I did last week. And if you hear good, or you surprisingly has some knowledge about Machiavelli's Prince, you would probably figure out that who I am is pointless. Worry about what I'm going to do... to you. That's the topic.
He ends rolling the joint and lights it. Deep drag... deep inhalation and correspondly long exhalation.
Since I don't have lot of faith on you, gente, nor you, LeStrage, hear me loud and clear because it is going to be one of those few times I speak for the 97% of the people.
My name is LomoGoldo.
I choose grey decisions.
I'm not led by feelings. I'm led by reasons. I'm led by whys
and I'm the MADAFAKIN Prince