School violence is an unavoidable topic of growth. When I was young, I often experienced the smoky toilets and the fraternity in the video room. I once beat up a guy for a friend who didn't know where he was running now. The guy was a head taller than me. The bridge of his nose was kicked off, and when he squatted down while holding his nose in pain, the people around him didn't make me sting, but rather showed off some pleasure. Violence gives people the most direct sensual pleasure, so that most young people will praise and pursue it.
The corrective effect of family and society is often smaller than the fearful eyes of peers. Consciously arrogant will only be overturned after reflecting on youth with the whole youth. Most of the generation that haunts the video room is a juvenile dream with some machetes and white pigeons. In the angry stage of growing up, I can think that the violence that happened to me or the surrounding is from the injustice and imperfection of the system, but after all, people are still some instinctive animals, appetite, sex, violence, when the sensibility is out of control, the system is invalid.
The road to death is actually very simple, an ordinary campus, an ordinary day, and then strafing with automatic weapons, and then drinking bullets to death.
I love guns, but not violence.
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