Cruising for a bruising.

I occasionally feel an overwhelming urge to get into a fight. A real fight.

If I get involved in an altercation with an other driver a part of me hopes he will get out of his car to escalate things thereby giving me an excuse to go berserk.

I don’t even care if I “win”. At my age I probably wouldn’t. I just want the release.

Release of what?

Not sure. But whatever it is it’s the same urge that is behind my nostalgia for getting blind drunk…

I suspect it has been too long since I climbed a mountain.