Sometimes there is a time and a place for people to loose their minds.
More and more, due to the breeding group, those places are getting more and more limited.
I'd rather watch folk loose it in a semi-controlled place like a ball park.
The other option came out of the narrator's mouth one day:
"And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you."
More and more, due to the breeding group, those places are getting more and more limited.
I'd rather watch folk loose it in a semi-controlled place like a ball park.
The other option came out of the narrator's mouth one day:
"And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you."