That sonofabitch neighbor of mine - the one with the cat-eating pit bull - finally agreed to pay for half of the total vet bill. I went to their house, he said he'd go out and get the money orders and drop them by later. Later came, and my mouth was just watering to tell him off. I had it all planned out, the perfect parting words for my new foe. And the bastard sent his kid over with the money.

His kid. Teenage. Boy.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

I know, I know...my anger is my own, blah blah blah. It doesn't stop me from wanting to break his twiggy little wife over my bigfatknee or punch him in the groin for every dollar he didn't pay me. I'm not a violent person, I just have violent thoughts.

I don't think I've ever wanted to punch someone's smug fucking face in as much as his.