Sometimes don’t you just feel like grabbing someone and smashing their face into rubble, wiping the smug grin of their yuppy face. I do.
Sometimes when I get home from work I feel like putting my 44 Magnum to my temple and blowing my brains out.
But, I continue to attend my anger management classes. That’s how I’m able to control my true feelings. No one knows that under this cool, calm exterior, I keep a wildman at bay.
I hope I never become unhinged and do something rash someday. So far, so good.
Where is my teddy bear? God help the asshole who touched my teddy bear if I get my hands on them.
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