Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Death Wish, 1975
In 1986 my whole attitude about "justice" changed. It was 1986 and it was the third time I'd been mugged. I was robbed for $3 by three guys in the subway. But this time, I had my face and chest slashed. I was kicked so many times in the the ribs, we now belioeve that splinters entered my lungs. I required plastic surgery.
"Death Wish" became my favorite movie. I rented all of the movies multiple times and had fastasies of taking a machine gun down to the subway and blowing off the heads of all muggers.
Bernhard Goetz became a hero of mine.
It took two years before I rode the subway again.
Tonight I rented "Death Wish" again and I had some very bad and horrible memories of being slashed by crack addicts. I hope they burn in hell.
