Renovations

I want to destroy something. I'm not angry, but I might be mad.

Metal almost screams when you tear into it, whines as you bite into it with a hack saw. Then, I find that glorious breaking point. Strain as it might, aluminum yields to flesh when you apply the proper leverage. I revel in the moment when the fight has ended, and the metal submits to my shaping.

However, if metals are the wrestling match, glass is the ballet. Sparkling shards of pirouetting shrapnel dance on the floor to the music of clinking and cracking. I, the conductor, set off the performance with nothing but my baton, or to be more precise, my drywall hammer.

However, nothing matches the total abandon and absolute savagery of a sledgehammer to a house. Obliterating foam insulation, disintegrating drywall, and knocking out 2x4 with a single swing. Wild, joyous, vicious and euphoric. I am strong. I am powerful. I am destruction.

Stand in my way, and YOU WILL FALL...

and I will laugh.