Brittle Road

For awhile, at least, I will try to commit to words some thoughts that matter. I may not always transfer them to this blog, but I will try to articulate something that matters to me.

I need to understand something about myself; how can I have such a horribly bad temper and be such an absolutely miserable son-of-a-bitch, saying things that ought never be uttered to another human being?

How can that same son-of-a-bitch, just hours later, feel overwhelming emotion and empathy for someone else to the point of being in tears?

If I am ever to write what I want to write, I have to understand those two people who live under my skin.