Wound up chasing him out the door with it, pushed him down, threw the iron aside, grabbed him by the ears, and beat his head on the pavement.
All the while cursing him for turning me in to trash that could do such a thing. And he took it. There is a word for that, begins with a P ends with a Y.
That was my turning point. I allowed his actions to change me into something I loathed. And I vowed it would never happen again.
Should I feel less about this great country?