Jim S. the Folderman experiences white-hot rage...
I've known a few moments of momentary satisfaction at a beautiful day or a gorgeous woman. Happy moments like the birth of my children, my wedding day and other things such as that briefly pierce through the shroud of doubt, confusion, melancholoy and... RAGE.Yes, rage. I know it comes as a deep surprise but I'm a mad motherfucker. Just plain mad at the world. Overall, I've learned to live with it and usually, I manage to hold it back long enough to enjoy some happy moments.
Mostly, though, it just embitters me and makes me a jaded, cynical bastard.
