Every person on this planet is my enemy. Anything that I do which is considered nice is meant to placate them and grant me some respite from any potential threat. I don't relax, I can't relax.
Brian, Tim and Deanna had come to Colorado. I wasn't living in my tiny basement apartment but someplace above ground and probably unreasonably hot in the summertime unless I decided to pay through the nose to use an air conditioner. Our meet up was awkward not having seen each other for years and I really had nothing to say after pursuing a reclusive lifestyle.
So we started busting each others balls. Brian was out of line and brought up something really stupid from 2003. I just stopped, stared at my shoes and felt the magic of wrath rise through me and find release via my mouth.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" I shouted. I lunged and socked Deanna down and stomped over her to beat the shit out of Brian. My fucking apartment. My fucking rules. Who the fuck do you think you are?
I woke up during the worst of the chaos.
