Anger.

About a two weeks ago, doing what I normally do on a friday night, I ended up having my Zune (mp3 player) stolen from me. When I found out that it was missing, it was 8 am in the morning and i was about to head home. Upon realizing that it was no more amongst my possession (thank you alcohol) I flipped out, and I pretty much destroyed everything around my radius. There was a pipe embedded in the ice, and i pretty much pulled it from out of the ground and flung it way across the street. When I finally made my way back to the train, I was still pretty pissed, but by the time I arrived to my house, I was too tired to care about what was going on. I woke up the next morning with sore hands, and a few cuts, probably from all the raging.

I look back at it now, and while i'm still upset about the loss, it did feel good to let all that anger out. It was a shame, cause it was a pretty interesting night.

Some pictures taken that night..

Doing what I do best.

Morning Spoils.

That bolt, I found on my way home. I don't remember why I picked it up.

With that said, I am in the business of finding a new mp3 player.

Edit: i'm horrible at blogging. I originally started this post on the 21st of February. Will update later tonight