Violent Tendencies

I was sitting in Henry's nursery with him asleep on my shoulder while trying to read Thomas Merton, and the guy across the street was running his blower across his tiny little yard for what seemed an eternity, and all this stuff I'm reading about God and love and spirituality was completely drowned out by a dark inner voice muttering turnoffthefuckingblower turnthatfuckingthingoff turnitoffnow turnitoff killyou die turnitoffimserious imnotkiddingyoumotherfucker. Yep, that'll kill a contemplative mood real quick.