This morning I punched a b*tch, dragged her down the stairs by her hair, middle of the street, turned on the waterhouse, sprayed her down, broke her nose.
Stood back and I was talking sh*t, caught my breath and didnt quit, had the book open and called her every name it, spunt it, called every name from back to front
kicked her in the belly, broke a rib, kicked that rib and broke it again, got in car and backed up, she stuck to the bumper and Im down the street, stop sign, ran it
Shook her off after three blocks, water hose and rinsed the car, up the stairs and back at it.
And let the thought of "failure" try to creep back into my house again and see what happens next time.