In high school, I knew a kid named Brenden. I punched him on the school bus once. He was talking shit. I turned around, he looked at me, I looked at him and I popped him right on the nose. It bled. His eyes watered. I felt better. There was nobody to punch tonight. Strangely, I am ok with that. I am fine. Surly is not fine. If you heard an explosion and saw a mushroom cloud between L.A. and the … [Read more...]