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Okay, I've maybe wandered a little closer to the edge of lunacy than is healthy and am looking to come back. Only thing is, there doesn't appear to be a very easy way to fix me. I've developed a habit of making myself the embodiment of karma who should punish and retrain those who don't follow the golden rule. One day I became fed up with people being unchecked in their impoliteness, so I picked the biggest, strongest violator and I smashed him into a bloody heap. I now do this about once a week. In the last two months I've lost it in a drive thru line (a black guy in an Escalade cuts me in line at Jack in the Box so I pull him out of his car then beat him along with his friend who tries to help. The escalade had blood spray from bumper to bumper) a bar (note to people who work out, get tattoos, and wear Affliction: this does not make you a good fighter), the parking garage at work (poor stupid black woman should be ashamed of herself. She actually lets her 400lb, fat-ass kid get out of the car to protect her "honor." He was missing teeth before she could park her Towncar, and I was gone before she could finish crying, "He's Deeeeaaaaad! Oh my Lawwwd! Somebody call the pooollliiiice,") and even the parking lot of a restaurant prior to lunch with coworkers (you ever want to feel psychotic, have a disease-ridden hobo unconscious, possibly deceased hobo lying next to your car while you eat lunch with your friends who know nothing about it. But next time big white man says "please leave me the fk alone, I won't ask again" hobo should probably listen). Actually, "lost it" is a bad description. My violence has become surgical, steady and emotionless. This is going to end reeeallly badly, which sucks because I'm a very successful attorney who stands to lose everything over these impulses...my addiction.