punch raze proof that anger short-circuits logic is alive and well in all the walls and household appliances that have flayed the fists of would-be warriors and piss_poor pugilists. my stepfather took it to another level. after punctuating some pointless argument with a thrown can of generic cola that just missed my mother's head, he stomped down carpet-covered stairs and punched his bowling ball. i wasn't home when it happened. i asked about the cast. everyone told me he fell out of a tree and broke his hand. i was young and scared enough to believe them, even if i knew no gnarled evergreen would be careless enough to toss a man like that without finishing the job. 240426 what's it to you? who go blather from