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Anger Dog Stop
I was about eight years old, playing with all the other kids on the street. There were a bunch of kids my age, and a bunch my brother's age, all playing kick the can or something similar. At one point I got really upset because of some inequity -- I don't even remember what; something about how the big kids could run faster, maybe. I started making a big fuss about it, yelling that it wasn't fair, etc.

Soon I noticed that all the other kids, about twenty of them, were standing around in a circle with me in the center. They were all watching me rant. Just watching, with blank faces. I got more worked up and yelled louder, trying to get them to understand. I began crying with the frustration, but they just stared at me.

I stopped yelling and looked around the circle. Some of them were smiling, sort of half-chuckling at me. My gaze settled on my friend Paul. Without warning, my anger overflowed and I rushed at him. I knocked him to the ground and started punching him.

Chez Zeus: Speak, Minotaur!: Station No. 6

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