I sit on a chair in the middle of what can be mistaken as a construction site. With my head in my hands I slowly rethink the previous 10 minutes of my life. Blurry images of thrown chairs, knocked over lamps, ripped papers, and kicked drawers race through my mind. Chipped paint, messy shreds, indents,a hole in the wall, and broken furniture serve as evidence to the images I remember. Unthinking, numbly I begin to clean up and make arrangements to fix the hole and get new furniture.

Mission accomplished I think as I slowly breathe in and out. I once watched the movie The Hulk and I always look back on that movie, because he has nothing on me. Anger is his fuel, but anger is just a starter log in the furnace of my heart. Corny, I know, but it is true. My anger turns to rage, then obessesion, and finally I am consumed. Revenge fueled by hatred is my only mission. And since justice is not always served, my furniture must suffer.