Violence is always a sad, regrettable choice of action.
Breaking glass, drawing blood. As long as it’s not mine, it feels good to let go.
Dad made some bad decisions, but he’s still got some wisdom saved for me.
People tell me to ask for help, but no one is ever happy to be asked for it.
It’s funny how even a bit of income can make any problem seem manageable. Funny, not hysterical.
Sometimes things are darkest just before you are kidnapped at gunpoint. Then during. Then they get better.
Going to the bar can result in doing something you regret. It can also result in being thrown into a car with a gun held to you.
Sometimes it’s nice that people want to understand you, but you still have to protect them from reality.