Vengeance Is “Mine”

I thought about crushing his legs between my car and the Mercedes in front of me, but only for a fleeting moment.

It wasn’t really me though. Just a few thousand rouge neurons, out of the trillions in my brain, firing with fiery rage.

I was stuck in traffic and saw a guy blatantly toss a food wrapper to the ground.

He proceeded to cross the street, right in front of my car, and I really wanted to be karma’s delivery boy.

Crunch.

There you go mother fucker.

There.

You.

Go.

Littering career: over.

Thank you very little.

“Gabe, this isn’t very spiritual of you. This isn’t the Gabe I know. You’ve disappointed me.”

Good. Go read someone else’s words.

I don’t exist to offer sugary spoonfuls of what you’re expecting to hear.

(Obviously I’m not talking to you. I’m addressing everyone else but you).

I only exist as this expression of existence and sometimes this expression of existence is tempted to express itself as the righter of wrongs.

And sometimes I do.

But I swear, it’s out of love. The toughest of love. For all involved.

If not me, then who?

Right, there’s you.

Thank god for you.