And these movies stream appropriately without lag or commercials.

The couch won't fail me, I'm certain.

like 45% certain.

-ish.

Might be slightly paranoid about the amount of lectures I can feel being written all over town, not with my feet. No.

I feel this certainty in quite an external crisis.

At least caring is a positive sign where rehabilitation is concerned.

Access to nachos, great sign of peace. Fuck ya.

…

Knocking, loudly, at my door.

A male of some form, he's upright. But the stomach lining looks wrecked.

Hungover male. Knocking at my door at 10 am.

May as well deal with my actions.

Wrecked hottie with a body holding onto my door.

Nice, preemptive to any actions I might have taken into consideration.

But the empty tan line on his left finger kaboshes any potential actions.

Behind “how can I help you?”

Glowering at the street behind him he turns around and around looking at places full of spies of surveillance everywhere. 

“I met with Leah yesterday morning…I didn't, I didn't know about any of it.

I know it sounds like an excuse; but I, I've never spent time alone with any of them before.

Angie– any of them.

I'm sorry that an outsider had to sort things out; this wasn't fair for anyone.”

He looks unsure of himself. Not full of loss; more like an identity crisis around right and wrong.

I get that, everyone likes to think choices and convenience don't have much in common.

“Facing it and trying to make today right is all you can do sometimes ya know.

I'm sorry things went as far as they did; I didn't go there to hurt anyone.

They were just too evil, too gone. They destroyed all of their outs and dragged things past the end.

I'm sorry about your wedding.”

He just nods, standing there looking at his feet. 

fancy cars with flags of some kind are filling up the street on the far corner of the block. Fingers are tapping on steering wheels. I guess rushing him isn't anything any of them are willing to risk.

not that they seem happy about it, which I get. My doorstep is the last place any of them want to be near.

Eye contact this time, steely resolve and clarity throughout the clear burnt irises. 

One more nod, and out to the street the strange man goes.

Stopping after the sidewalk. 

Blasting into the air leaving the entourage behind.

At least spending 15 minutes watching all of those cars try and tetris their way out of a blocked street full of their expensive cars.

Might not be the best time to munch on some particularly superb waffles. But watching all of these yes men reduced to nervous breakdown as a result of incompetence.

Feels like therapy for many parts of my broken bits.

Mostly the whole bits are having a dandy ol'time with all of that cackling at the fun.

Good sign at least, minor inconvenience is wholly more entertaining than senseless violence. 

As a “human” this is fantastic.

and the cute little glares being shot over at me are a nice touch. All too scared to even unlock their doors. 

Sitting all high and mighty like it means anything.

they may have been bystanders with no power over whoever it was I destroyed on friday.

but they were also wholly complicit in crimes and helped cover up the bad things hero's get up to in the night.

Pieces of shit, your colleagues' blood may be on my hands. 

But all of their victims' blood stains yours.

No amount of glaring or attitude is going to change the resumes you've built in iron.

I hope they enjoyed taking this look at me; the random bitch saying fuck you.

Maybe they'll even get to appreciate the show if someone is stupid enough to piss me off again.