It's an odd sort of affliction, clutching at your chest and screaming incoherent words of rage and anguish, all the while grabbing desperately at the nearest person's crotch and hoping she won't mind. Yet, it's an affliction nonetheless, and an unexplainable one at that. From time to time, everyone feels that ball of insanity creeping up their spine, slowly making it's way towards the brain, stopping only to cause strange, inconceivable spasms that leave a person backwards, inside-out you might say. Putting your finger on the root of the problem is a tricky business, to say the least. More often than not, though, the best medicine is no medicine at all. Rather, enjoy the ride while it's good for the giving. Take no prisoners. Flail about wildly and hope you take out every mother fucker within earshot who would surely do the same to you if only they had thought of it first. I tell you, there is nothing quite like the feeling of coming home to a comfortable rage and wrapping your arms around it as if to say, "You are the product of everything that makes me great. Don't ever change." And you can be sure that while you're sinking deeply into it, someone somewhere is doing the same. Let's just hope we don't run into that nutty someone anytime soon.
