It’s funny how we can get so mad so quickly. The adrenaline pumps and blood wakes the vocal cords from a cozy sleep. One’s eyes express anger more earnestly than one’s voice. A penetrating stare of fear shakes one’s bones as if they were made of multi-purpose typing paper. Anger is long lasting… it can go on for days or years. It’s sad that something so small and trivial can separate a close relationship, splintering it into thousands of sharp fragments. Anger is always waiting for a new victim.