Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi "A Painting Called Three Count"
Feb 21, 2018 9:25:02 GMT -5
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Post by Charlie 'The Ghost' Rossi on Feb 21, 2018 9:25:02 GMT -5
“I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings
Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi Chronicles
Journal 23 entry 2nd dated: February 17th,2018.
I do not live in a world of make believe. I do not over stretch myself with the fantasies of living an honest life. You see
all that died long ago. I know that my days are numbered and my story at some point will come to very bad end. But,
for now I will take all down with me kicking and screaming. Every person that has wronged innocence robbing people
of what we hold so dear I will take you down with me. I know I will go to a place that very few talk about and even more
fear. But me I have embraced it. Do not feel bad or cry for my well-being it was the path that I choose.
You see in this world there is good and evil there and then there is me tightrope walking a very thin line between the two.
At times they both bind in and one seems to over power the other. But, what you have to understand is doing the right thing
when it may be wrong is still doing it right or am I wrong? Scholars, prophets, theologians all seek the meaning of
life through books, tapestries and other historical finding but they truly never really experience life do to always
having there noses in the wrong place. To experience emotion you have to put yourself out there. I too have been
guilty of this.
Time has a way of healing all wounds, so far from the truth. Those wounds may scab over and in part you may even
forget the feeling of that helplessness. I cannot help but keep in the for front of my mind. It what keeps that eternal
flame from burning low. So, yes I revisit those emotions regularly so when time comes its still fresh and I will do
what I will have to do to extract that poison forever quenching my thirst by killing. -Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi-
Webb county, Alabama
February 21st
I stepped out humming a Shawn Mullins tune from My Broken Heart, slipped on my designer sunglasses and started
out over the courthouse steps. After, three days of incarceration, not much had changed. Webb County, Alabama was
like that. Discarded bubblegum, flat as half-dollars, dotted the steps like splatted ink. Lazy blimpish pigeons strutted
the sidewalk begging for scraps. In the alleyway across the street and entire heard of stray cats crept towards the
wharf just four blocks down. The sound of seagulls told me that the crab boats had returned to port. And on the steps
next to me two officers lifted a tattooed man whose feet and ankles were shackled and cuffed up the steps and
undoubtedly into the courthouse.
Based on the amount of saliva and epithets coming out of his mouth he was not to crazy about going in. No worries. Given
my experience with the local judges his stay in the court room will not be long. His next short-term home will be a holding
cell downstairs.These were cold, dark, and windowless and little more that petri dishes for mold and fungi. I know this
because I had been in there on more than one occasion. The first time I was a guest here I scratched Charlie was here into
the concrete wall. This time I followed it up with Twice. Kinda makes me laugh to think about it. Sorta following in my
Father's footsteps.
Why must one be reward for a lack that luster go around. Why would they allow such an one worthy person to stand across
from me when a week ago in front of a jam packed arena I pinned him to the mat convincingly. Crimson Jayhawk, I dropped
you on your head you were the perfect painting on that canvas one I would call the "Three Count." You were disoriented,
distracted, and derailed. You did not pass go and you sure as hell were not going to collect the pay day you envisioned
yourself receiving. I did the job I said I would do I walked into Clash as champion and walked out as the victor. You could
not stop me nor could that woman in the match do so either. I am going to give you a good pierce of advice that you might
want to take to heart.
You show up and history will be damn to repeat itself. My past is just that my past you fool. I have learned a lot in my two
decades in this business I know when to hold them and I sure as hell know when to anti up and call. The hand dealt to you
was played out years ago. You are not the first and the last. But, what I will say is I am the Alpha and the Omega. A champions
right to bear arms my friend leaves me with no choice but to bury you wear you were left standing your shit stain. You are a
skid mark on the underbelly of society and I will be sure to whip you clean once and for all. What I have accomplished in
my career you only have had wet dreams about. What is reality for me is just fantasy for you . I have been a master of
puppets and trust me when I say I will be pulling your strings out there to perfection. When I am done toying with you once
and for all I am going to put you out of your misery one and for all your story comes to an end.