American Pscho?
When I wait outside of clubs, bars, or really any situation where one low level meathead functionary controls my entry (or exit) and seems to let that discretionary power go to his head, my blood begins to boil. Basically, the unjustified self importance that these people typically exert causes me to stare at them and silently picture bashing their heads against the wall of the building's exterior, causing their small brains to leak on to the pavement.
Just how violent can one's thoughts be before it is not normal?
Hell, if thinking is a crime, I sould be in jail for several million counts of fratricide.
If you want to be a shitface drunkard, stay home and drink. At least there, no one will be obligated to keep you from drowning on your own vomit.
Whining pansy.
it's amazing how arrogant people in positions of petty authority are