Prior to May 20, 2010 I was a very angry person. At the world for not liking me, at myself for my failings, females for only want to be friends, bosses for being dicks. I wanted revenge for being born. Nobody loved me and I had every intention of making the world suffer.
I know a little bit about Anger. Until age 37 I was a 350 pound hulking mass of anger and rage. And I was good at it. I held advanced degrees in Misdirected Rage, Self Loathing and Hatred, Unbreakable Negative Outlook and Spreading Negativity and Defeatism to the people around you for Fun and Profit. I was a Grandmaster. My angry alter ego, Kordell, was legendary.
That all came to a screaching halt May 20th 2010. When a man pointed his gun about six inches from my chest and pulled the trigger. His piece of shit Davis .380 jammed, so he split my head open with it. After a period of introspection and self evaluation anger and rage, my life long companions seemed to have chilled the fuck out. You might even say matured. But definitely not the out of control beasts they once were. Who’d have thunk it?
Two major realizations I had after this event were…
My life is worth more than the $214 they got out of the register! It’s a little low but I was at an all time low at that point. I think I may have increased my value a little since then. Especially to my wife.
Number Two
Uncontrolled anger only deminushes you.
We the F%#n' People 