Anger is powerful.

It was 1999. I was an administrative menace set aside from the rest of my department. Ostracized, I prayed. Did my assignments; was subjected to some arcane military practices, similar to mental waterboarding. Two officers still hold high positions in my organization, representing the Army and the Marines respectively.

Within a year, was let back into "general population" with the rest of my group. Northview highschool was just being built. There was a terrible car accident involving teenagers; one car drove over another car, maybe an SUV. There were two casualties. I was tucked inside a cubicle on the third floor of my building, seething. This post is dedicated to Tommy Kyle and Steve Geoff.