Shrink, I apologize for that terrible lapse in judgment...no, wait...mind your own danged business...no...sorry about that...aaarggghhh.
I just can’t help it – my Mama raised me to be a Southern Gentleman (sideliner, hold your tongue). But, sometime during the hazy (or, is that hazing?) days of college, I developed a somewhat dark side (but Mama does not need to know about this – I am still her sweet baby - in her mind, at least). I usually only get belligerent around people with closed minds...or, after a few beers (whichever comes first). Of course, sometimes I’m just in a bad mood, and need to let off a little steam...and then, there a certain people who just manage to draw it out of me.
Luckily, they keep me locked up 23 hours a day – the other one hour I’m still in a fenced area with razor wire. It’ll be another story, though, in 7 years, 43 days, 2 hours and 8 minutes...no, make that 7 minutes...no, wait...6 now...
