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the reason why I won't be able to publish the book I'm dying to write is because its an idea sequel that I have on a movie that I fell in love with and always believe it deserved a sequel it never got.

obviously if I end up writing it I will be whipped to death with copyright laws if I publish it. nevertheless that quote once said by Michael Dell...

Ideas Are A Commodity, Execution Of Them Is Not

keeps on spiraling in my head. I keep thinking "what if one day after I write my unpublished book the universe gives me the opportunity to pitch my idea to the original movie's production team and they end up loving it?"

if that was to happen then that would me more than a million reasons to write my book either way. can't forget that Sylvester Stallone faced a similar fate when he came up with Rocky yet nevertheless he did not give up on his dream and look at him now. the only advantage he had however was that Rocky was originally his own project, while mines is not and we already know how stingy Hollywood is when it comes to unsolicitate ideas.

anyways changing the subject a little, the book below is actually mines. after a decade of pouring part of my soul into it I was finally able to finish and publish it once and for all. if you love action, suspense, thriller and fights then this book is for you. please check it out when you get a chance, its available on Ebook in all popular platforms

https://books2read.com/u/mVEEpP

I never had anyone have my back, growing up, and i recognized that my lack of allies meant I'd be seen as an easy target, so I got really big, and I'd never fight fair.

For instance, one kid started a fight with me and threw a few punches, I smashed my elbow into his jaw as hard as I could and threw him down. As he got up, I lifted my right leg up and stomped his face onto the wood floor as hard as I could, forcing him to lay there.

Needless to say, nobody put their hands on me again for quite a while when they saw that. I did this because I felt if I can't protect myself with numbers, if I engage in such cruel methods of self defense which leave the opponent hurt so much worse than me, people will be too afraid of me to try that again.

Medication I had to take to survive also made my fingernails grow very fast, I used this to my advantage. For instance, one girl tried to cut the line to sign out for the bathroom. She grabbed the pen, I sank my nails deep into her hand and slid them down, forming a gash in her hand. This made her let go and recoil, calling me insane as she observed her bleeding hand.

I hated this girl all my life, she had a big mouth and thought she could screw with me because she was tall, this incident reminded her that while she's 6'1", she weighed well under 100 pounds and I was already 180 pounds and lean at that point.

I did this because I believed i could never let anyone have even the tiniest little inch, or others will see it and think I'm an easy target cause I had no friends. She tried to cut me in front of the class, so I stood up for myself and let it be known to everyone that I will not tolerate even the smallest bit of messing with me.

As for those who tried to physically bully me, I never bothered fighting fair, I'd claw at their eyes with my long, curved fingernails if I was in a headlock. On many cases, I put my nails into their eyes before they let go, horrified at my brutal methods. How did you do?