Fighting the Crusaders

Some nights, we get mad. Why? That needs to remain private for the moment. (sorry)

When I get mad I shake, my voice cracks like a 12 year old boy, I don't think about what comes out of my mouth, and I'm wired.

I honestly could have ran 1 million miles last night, while fighting off the crusaders single handed.

I woke up just as bad, ready to take on a militia.

However, my hair possibly soaked up all the anger over night, because I woke up with a lions mane/koosh ball.

Anger probably isn't very flattering, but it sure does get my heart racing.