this morning #968.

this morning, he leapt up out of his chair in a huff & threw the book at me. all the way across the room. great arm. great aim. luckily, it was a paperback so, even though i’d taken a spine to the back of the head, the damage was not at all physical. it got my attention though, hurt my feelings so. my instincts told me to strike back but i’ve never been a violent man. can’t stand to see people fight. every once in a while, i might try to act tough but, truth be told, i’m an old softy. lofty ideals. a penchant for peace. at least that’s what i tell myself in times like these when the rage is building. i stared at him. he smirked. waited for me to respond. beyond asking “why?” i had no idea how to deal with this guy.