I have this reoccurring imagination of a clenched hand punching the soft face of every person I meet. It isn't a hook or an uppercut, nothing too violent; just a stiff jab to an unsuspecting head.
A preemptive strike against bullshit.
Before any fuckheart can say a word about drinking vodkahh crunbayrees the previous night, or what the recent episode of Parks and Recreation entails, or who'll win the wild card spot this year, or why I should vote, or for directions to the Hollywood sign...
BLAM
A fist.
From somewhere.
Anywhere.
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