Saturday, January 24, 2015
Everyone thinks it's funny to get me pissed off until I get pissed off. Then they start blubbering about pressing charges or bullshitting about coming back with a weapon. I can remember a pivotal time in my life when I decided that I'd rather have a family than end up in prison. I still think I made the right choice but it hasn't always been easy. Not because I don't love my family but because of the degradation that someone like me is forced to endure after choosing that path. I'm forced now to take orders from people whose heads I could easily crush with my bare hands. And these pussies know it. I see it in their eyes and I hear it in their voices. They enjoy their positions of authority. What they don't like is those brief moments when the authority changes hands. An otherwise empty washroom, a bar patio, a parking lot or sidewalk. I could go on but it makes no difference anymore. I took the square route and now I have to follow the rules. It's a matter of time though. I can feel it coming. My fists get hungrier every day. Somebody needs to get the MacCharles Makeover very soon. I'll be damned if I'm going to take this rage out on my wife or my kids and I've already taken more than enough of it out on myself. I don't expect life to be fair and I never have, but I shouldn't be the only one it's unfair for. I look at certain people and just pray for the moment. Run that mouth again right now so I can ruin it for you. You'll never talk, smile or eat the same way again. And for the rest of your life when you catch that stupid-looking face of yours in the mirror you'll have to think to yourself, "Fuck, I guess it wasn't so funny to piss Glen off after all."