Black Dragon Security☣ Ag3nt47 ☣ The Way of the Samurai is found in death. Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day when one's body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into the midst of a great fire, being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a great earthquake, falling from thousand-foot cliffs, dying of disease or committing seppuku at the death of one's master. And every day without fail one should consider himself as dead. This is the substance of the way of the samurai. Even if one's head were to be suddenly cut off, he should be able to do one more action with certainty. With martial valor, if one becomes like a revengeful ghost and shows great determination, though his head is cut off, he should not die. All warfare is based on deception. To know your Enemy, you must become your Enemy. Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance. Strategy without tactics is the slowest route to victory. Tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat. Opportunities multiply as they are seized. Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. Our bodies are given life from the midst of nothingness. Existing where there is nothing is the meaning of the phrase, "form is emptiness." That all things are provided for by nothingness is the meaning of the phrase, "Emptiness is form." One should not think that these are two separate things. When one has made a decision to kill a person, even if it will be very difficult to succeed by advancing straight ahead, it will not do to think about doing it in a long, roundabout way. The Way of the Samurai is one of immediacy, and it is best to dash in headlong. It is said that what is called "the spirit of an age" is something to which one cannot return. That this spirit gradually dissipates is due to the world's coming to an end. For this reason, although one would like to change today's world back to the spirit of one hundred years or more ago, it cannot be done. Thus it is important to make the best out of every generation.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Oct 6 Diary of Larry Patterson

Thinking in my room smoking and drinking. Looking out my window the sun is still down. I wanted to write a story but couldn't. I usually think about my aunt Katie at this time. She passed away but left me with love. No matter how long she has been gone her voice remains in my head. Soft voice that made a man like me feel loved. I thank her for that, cause it was my only want in life. There is so many ways a man can go wrong.  She didn't care of the things I've done. She seen I cared for her sister my mother with all my heart. I try my best to be a good son. There is some nights when prison is only inches away. Larry always escapes the four wall small cell.

Even when trying my best to not do wrong mistakes are still made. The struggle of not having shit sticks with a man. I'm a man of many hustles. When you are young growing up in the ghetto learning hustles is school. While kids from the suburbs we're learning algebra. I was learning that crushed spark plug pieces shattered car windows silently. That some models of cars are easily stolen. My friends are all gone now. I grow up with kids that didn't give a fuck about being locked up. The only thing that mattered was a color.

Hustling up money getting high in abandon cars was our baseball practice. We didn't do what normal kids did. My friend Oscar was like a brother. No matter the shit we got into we always found away to laugh. We got chased by a man in a truck once. We broke into his business. He followed us through the train tracks screaming at the top of his lungs. He tried running my friend Oscar over. He got his truck stuck on the tracks. We both began busting his windows out. He ran out of the truck with his phone. We trashed his truck. After this happened we hide out in this abandon house. We smoked a joint and laughed about the whole thing. That's the normal shit kids growing up in my neighborhood did.

I still sit here in 2013 and think about my childhood.

I don't regret my past.

The End

Larry Patterson

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