The maddest I ever was happened when my little sister was a senior in high school. When her date brought her home he got pushy, she ran inside the house and was crying. He drove off. The next morning I waited by his truck with an old fire place poker. I hit him in the small of the back. He went down. I stomped on both of his hands and broke one of his wrists. I kicked him a few times and he laid there crying like a little *****. He never called the cops on me. I guess he was afraid. I think he deserved it. When I found God, I looked him up and asked him to forgive me.
The maddest I ever was happened when my little sister was a senior in high school. When her date brought her home he got pushy, she ran inside the house and was crying. He drove off. The next morning I waited by his truck with an old fire place poker. I hit him in the small of the back. He went down. I stomped on both of his hands and broke one of his wrists. I kicked him a few times and he laid there crying like a little *****. He never called the cops on me. I guess he was afraid. I think he deserved it. When I found God, I looked him up and asked him to forgive me.
Everybody who knows me says that as long as I'm talking everything is cool, but when I get quiet they start looking for cover. I dunno. I can't ever remember being so mad I couldn't think. Generally when I'm really, really, really angry I'm calm as I can be because I am very quietly trying to figure out how to kill you in your sleep and get away with it ...
I really enjoy the series Hannibal, btw ...
It's probably a good thing I don't act on my urges ...
That was me.... You. Are. Not. Forgiven! No really, my back still aches when I shoot my third pistol behind my back.
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