It's not predictable anger or pain that's the worst, it's the "randoms," stuff you know is coming, just never when. The randoms work on the mind as a torture, elevating primal fear, decreasing logic and self-control. That's how Curt keeps his iron grip, by exploding about small things he can blame on one of us. It's mind control 101 and I want out. I want to be around folks who talk calmly instead of attaching their f*****g jump-leads to my amygdala, igniting it at their pleasure.
So when I went to visit my good old friend Sanks…he was not expecting me neither was he expecting me to taser him like that the moment he opened the door. That was what had made it the most beautiful part of the entire conversation. He fell on the floor like the felled tree and I smiled. It was good to see him
