Although I haven't resided there in years, this writer grew-up in the northern-end of a rowdy little east-coast Canadian town located in the province of Nova Scotia.
Having not enough residents to make it a town during the early days, it is rumored that the locals then stole names from tombstones in order to incorporate the tiny village into becoming an actual town.
With a population of less than a thousand souls—mostly Scottish immigrants, with Celtic surnames such as Mackenzie, Stewart, and Cameron, Lockeport, NS, was then and still is nothing more than a proverbial map-dot.
Today, that same town I grew up in is still miniscule in size, but could perhaps best be described as a quaint-little-beach-village with a senior's rest-home and beach-front cottage rentals—other than that however, nothing of any importance ever happens there.
Back in the turbulent 60s and 70s things were different, and not so quiet.
Try mixing together loud music and liquor, in any order, and the result is sometimes a recipe for extreme violence.
Most-times it all began with hearty food, cheap liquor, and of-course foot-stomping music—beach or house parties were a daily occurrence back then.
Personally, needless to say, I grew up in a world filled with alcoholism and violence.
Although today it's mostly vicarious, at age 50, I still choose to remain in that same 'ol dysfunctional and chaotic world.
There's no liquor involved—nor is the below posted video that of a rowdy house party. Yet, no-matter how you slice it, the modern-day blood-sport known as mixed martial arts, or as I like to call it "cagefighting" is a sport which is both primitive and extremely violent.
I'm one of it's biggest fans.
Stay tuned.
I'm one of it's biggest fans.
Stay tuned.
~
Written by @cagestokerblog~
"A bell rings. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
that summons thee to heaven or to hell" ~ William Shakespeare
~
