Surely you have exploded at some innocent person who gets in the way of your anger. Relief is followed by remorse. Unfortunately, If you’d kept it inside, your complaint would still be rolling around in your head. Now it’s deposited. “Curb Your Dog?” The problem is retribution. Powerless inept creatures at the bottom of the food chain are the stuff of psychotic assassination. Have you ever given the finger to a driver honking at you to speed up your crossing of an intersection? He can’t do anything. He’s not going to leave his car. Wrong! He’s had a few and feels like one of Tom Wolfe’s “masters of the universe.” Even if he employs his MMA on you in word only, it still hurts.
read "The El" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star
and also read "Punk" by Francis Levy, Vol.1 Brooklyn