I am Jack's Impotent Rage
I'm angry.
I'm really angry.
I'd even go so far as to say I'm wicked fucking angry right now.
There's a sizable part of me that really REALLY wants to gather people together, on the bit of pier behind the Aquarium. You know, where the concrete overlooks the Harbor? I want to go there with people and tea. Lots of tea. So much tea. Then I want to throw that tea into the harbor, flip off the sky, and yell YANKEES SUCK as loud as possible.
Who's with me?
I'm really angry.
I'd even go so far as to say I'm wicked fucking angry right now.
There's a sizable part of me that really REALLY wants to gather people together, on the bit of pier behind the Aquarium. You know, where the concrete overlooks the Harbor? I want to go there with people and tea. Lots of tea. So much tea. Then I want to throw that tea into the harbor, flip off the sky, and yell YANKEES SUCK as loud as possible.
Who's with me?