I am at an inpass in my life. I am constantly filled with sheer seething hatred without any god damned reason, and I just drink my anger into submission to avoid some sort of psychotic outbreak. Yet this fucking guy just had to push my buttons. He just had to try and belittle me. What kinda of fucking foul trash would logically think they can shit talk me after beating his daughter right infront of me? So now I sit here with a broken knuckle swelling my hand shut around a bottle of Bacardi rum as I ponder the consequences of hospitalizing him in public like that. And I wonder if this leads me to jail, if I will be doing the same thing again in there. Today has just not been my day. And in the end, I bet the whitenesses from today will be testifying against me. Maybe, and just maybe, I will sleep a little better tonight knowing he will be waking up tomorrow in the hospital with what looked like a broken or dislocated jaw and a fractured orbital bone.