I Wanted to Hurt Them

At 11pm on July 4th, Independence Day, I was standing near the safe way in Webster. The man who had denied me a room because of some story about a house inspection pulled up at the red light right in front of me. In that moment my hatred of him was crimson and pure. Without thought for my safety I began to walk in a very particular direction toward his house. My dark fantasy of course was to find his front door unlocked.