Peace is my favorite place to be, but mine has been crapped in. Here's the catch: I'm the one who sets the atmosphere here at Thunder Drive. So when you diarrhea in the drinking water that I'm serving up to you, what do you think is going to happen?
Angel Boy's been sent to unfurl his wings and either find his own peace or live without it as he wishes. The Precious just got a ninety-seven mile lecture on the importance of gratitude and a graphic description of how the woman who brought him into this world might take him out unless he learns him some. Pixie is picking up a second job just to keep herself out of my warpath. Hunneypunkin spent this weekend looking for the burn cream.
Lefty very wisely keeps his head down, chores done, and mouth shut.
Love, joy, and peace are highly valuable and worthy of protection. I'm fighting to defend mine, and seeing them restored. I make no apology. You mess with my peace in my own home, and you'll feel my Jeremy Renner from Bourne Legacy: "You shoulda left me alone."
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