Round up the posse, it's time to go hunting.
Last night I left work and got out to the parking lot to find my rear driver's side window shattered. Missing was my backpack filled with about $200 worth of almost new climbing equipment. This in itself would be enough to send me into blind rage, what with all the hassle of dealing with insurance, contacting the police, replacing the quipment, etc...
But also in that backpack was a notebook that had creative shit (sketches, writing, notes, etc.) spanning more than 10 years. I've often contemplated the concept of infinity - last night I think I finally understood. That was how much anger filled me.
This morning it has cooled to a cold desire for revenge.