I feel like breathing fire tonight

Hey bartender, hit me with another. Scotch straight up. I want to breathe fire.

I think of Oppenheimer’s famous words from the Bhagavad-gita. At this moment, I want to take to the stands and testify. Trickle down frank facts… though my mouth is brimful of a roaring river full of tar and emotions, threatening to burst the dam. Hurt, anger, jealousy has boiled over like hot milk spilling over a heated stove pot. The raw grit and desire for retribution has become me. Who am I??? to turn these simple hands into pounding fists.

vigilante.