I took the the sledge hammer with the rubber head and smashed through the walls in the living room. One hole, then two, then three. Pretty soon I could see the wires in the wall and some pipes showing through. I decided to move on to the t.v. and then the marble fire place, the book shelves filled with books and vcr tapes and knick-knacks. I turned to the coffee table and smashed the sledge hammer right through the middle, then, I was done. I felt so much better.
This scenario played out in my head on Monday night. It's a damn good thing I don't own a sledge hammer.
No comments:
Post a Comment