May 2, 2020
I used to have a friend who punched parking meters. He punched them so hard they vibrated with an audible metallic doi-oi-oi-oingggg sound. He punched them so hard it made his hands swell up and turn purple, so much so that he couldnít grip properly for several days afterwards. He punched them so hard because, like me, he was frustrated, bitter and angry but didnít believe in hitting people for those reasons. I didnít punch parking meters, or anything else. I just drank myself to oblivion. I am about to be sixty-one, and I still do. I still do.