It’s the moment where you reclaim your sanity by going insane, the burst of clarity that comes with blind rage. So, let Angela have it for you, breathe in the smoke from the car, and move on with her out of the bushes. In retrospect, I can say to myself, “Are you kidding me? Why would you lose it over that freaking loser?” But I know it doesn’t ever feel like that in the moment. It feels reasonable to be in all black wearing a skully as you crouch in someone’s bushes. Absolutely fucking reasonable.
