There's something to be said about a good fight. A decent clean fight where you scream and they scream and you get up in each other's grill.... there's something to be said for both parties knowing what the hell getting up in your grill means. There is something to be said about understanding exactly what the fuck the person yelling at you is saying and there is something to be said about having the ability to talk back to scream words that make sense in the way that fuck you bitch makes sense but have sex you female dog does not.
The problem with living your life in a foreign language is that the comebacks of your youth just don't work. You have to fight not just fair but clean. And while you are screamed at all you can do is slowly assemble words to reply with, words that are too slow to stop the next barrage, words that are too clumsy to stop the assult.
You actually don't swear at all, you are super polite and in the end are left shaking with frustration.
Then when the person who has been screaming at you tells the police that you are just a gringo and don't have any rights you don't even have a comeback. And when the police officer says that everyone has the same rights under the law you know it's a lie because you have no rights, not even the right to yell FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH, GO SCREW YOURSELF, ROT IN FUCKING HELL.
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