My first cousin in-law, well ... He was angry. And, he's not small. I'm a ponderous heap to deal with and I used to love a good scrape ... but I'm not in the greatest shape anymore.

But, BOY am I scary when I'm angry. Because with the depression anger is always boiling in me. It's more bluff, show and suicide when I explode - "Sound & Fury signifying nothing". So, if you go all in you'll win. I'll be crushed. But, no one seems to want to take that gamble.

Crazy always scares trash [which is what he is] more than actual danger.


It remains the only time I've "acted out" in front of "strangers" that my sister not only tolerated but quietly lauded.