vows

   My brother is Matt, and while there are times we've wanted to kill each other, he is fucking awesome and I'd die for him.  I've got a friend named Matthew and he is a rad mother fucker I'd probably take a bullet for too.  Now there is a new Matt on my mind.
   This colon dweller is worse than the ground underneath a piece of yellow dog shit.  I will break my vow to not hit anybody in order to hurt this asshole.  I'd like to break his fucking legs and arms; some brass knuckles for his face would be nice.  I really don't care if by the end of things I've gotten my ass kicked as long as I hurt him in the process.  I can't say why this dixie cup full of stale bile deserves this, but if it were up to me I would say why.  If I did there would be an army behind me as I broke him.  This guy is a true piece of shit, as I was being told about this guy I felt rage boiling inside me.
   After I shattered my knuckle fighting with my brother I vowed to myself that I was done with hitting things and that if I were to hit someone they would absolutely deserve it.  Now I vow that he will be the next person I punch in the face (unless some asshole really earns the honor, but it will be pretty hard for that to happen).
   There are some people you never hit and he did that and more to one who is now close to me.  It happened before I met her, but with the way I feel about that person it is as if he did it yesterday.  If you can't tell this is something that has me very upset. I won't forget what he did and if it is tomorrow or a year or more I vow I WILL hit this guy (even if it turns out like the fight at the end of Dazed and Confused).

what?

While on a long walk intended to take my mind off the situation I realized a flaw in a bit of logic that was explained to me recently.  Makes me think about previous experiences involving a similar story.  I really don't know what's up, doubt and skepticism suck.

The walk was nice though