I just want to punch things through the day. It started on day one, really. Between the rainman walking/pacing and the uncontrollable, guttural sorrow wails, I really wanted to punch walls.
I think I wanted to feel something break. A wall, my hand, whatever. I just got gas and I wanted to punch the keypad. Nothing was wrong with it. I mean it didn’t do anything wrong.
I just wanted to hit something – wanted to destroy something again.