ANGRY

By: Nate Jonsson

4/11/00 Amy broke up with me today. She said I was nuts and got her stuff together and took off from my apartment. I was so angry that I put a foot through my door. I put a good sized hole in it. I don’t get angry very often, but when I do, watch out.

4/12/00 I got fired today. I was working at a pharmacy on main street and I was in one of the isles, the one with the little plastic toys made for children,and my boss, Old Man Haley, this real old bastard with a bug up his ass. He said to me, “ Hey, Tommy, you’re fired. Get the hell out of my store.” Now I didn’t feel I had done anything to warrant get thrown out, and I grabbed the old man and tossed him into the rack. He fell down on top of it, and man I never saw anyone bleed so much in my life. I don’t get angry very often, but when I do, watch out. I just walked out of the store.

4/13/00 I went to the video store down the street from my apartment. I walked down there, thinking of Amy again and of how much I missed her. I walked into the video store and asked to use the bathroom. There was this teenage jerk covered in zits at the counter and he said it was employees only. So I asked him “Where am I?” He looked at me, puzzled.

“Uh...in a video store.” he replied.

“Now, in a video store, do you have customers?” I asked.

“Um...yep.” He said, nodding. He seemed scared. I leaned close to him over the desk.

“Now, in a store ment for customers, how can you deny them use of your restroom?” I asked, looking into his eyes. He looked at me. He must have been crapping in his pants.

“I-I dunno.....we j-j-j-just do.” he stammered.

“W-w-w-well I-I-I don’t like it!” I mocked. I grabbed him by the shirt. “Maybe you should change your policy,junior!” His face just drained of color. “I am going to kick you a-”

“hey, buddy, you’re holdin’ up the line.” A big guy behind me yelled. I turned and looked at him and then walked off. I was really angry. I don’t get angry very often, but when I do, watch out.

4/14/00 Bought a gun today. Yep, walked down to the gun shop further down main street from where I used to work. The gun had been on my warning period(I had first asked for it the day after Amy left me)and they gave it to me. It was this big double-barreled shotgun, a real beauty. On the way home a guy bumped into me. I apologized but he flipped out and started screaming at me like I had done something incredibly awful to him. I punched him out. I don’t get angry very often, but when I do, watch out. I brought the gun home and spent the night cleaning it.

4/14/00 Called Amy tonight. She seemed nervous. She said she never wanted to speak to me again. I punched my bathroom mirror, I was so angry. I don’t get angry very often, but when I do, watch out.

4/15/00 Went to Amy’s house. Her new boyfriend came out to mess with me. “I just want to see you, Amy.” I called to her, looking past the big Neanderthal she called a man.

“Go away!” She screamed.

“You heard the lady.” The ape said in front of me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t touch me.” I warned. I was getting angry. Really angry. He attempted to push me back towards my car. I punched him in the face. He backhanded me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach.

“No!” Amy cried, running down from the steps. “Don’t hurt him. He’s just nuts...” The beast lifted me up and hit me again in the nose.

“I’m gonna mess him up, Amy” He growled “Maybe he’ll leave you alone after.” He kneed me in the stomach and then brought an elbow into the back of my head, dropping me to the ground. He kicked me in the stomach and walked away. I got up slowly and ran to my car. I opened the backseat and grabbed my gun. I got out and heard Amy scream something and then I blew that apes’ head clean off. There was blood everywhere. Amy was screaming and crying on the ground. I walked up, put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. I was angry. I don’t get angry very often, but when I do, watch out.

4/16/00 Cops came to my apartment today. They kicked open the front door. I had been sitting in the chair cleaning my gun when in they came. I opened fire and got one of them, this real fat guy, in the gut. He went down. They shot at me, and hit me in the chest. The world sort of went slow motion when they did that. Then it all went black and I was here. I don’t know where here is, but I can still remember everything. It’s not my fault that everything went badly. It’s everyone else. I’m not to blame. They made me angry. I don’t get angry very often, but when I do, watch out.

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