Everyone sees me as a monster. Everyone sees me as the violent, useless, nefarious guy. I made a left jab at the bag, and moved around it eyeing it down like it was my enemy. I threw a cross at the bag then hit it with a left hook. All of my anger and frustration poured out as I hit the punching bag, I threw punches nonstop. I had so much rage built up inside of me that not even punching this bag was helping me. I needed something more, something more than punching this bag, having s*x, and smoking. "You might want to slow down there Rocky, it's 6 AM in the morning" A voice emerged, I put a hand on the punching bag and eased it from swinging back and forth. I took a deep breath, pulling off the boxing gloves and tossing them onto the ground. My water bottle that sat on the ground I p
