"Think like a man of action. Act like a man of thought." I heard a man once say. I think, given the power, I'd be one of those people that takes criminal justice too far. It's like I've got a tube in my arm. A slow, continuous drip IV of the red pill. The older I get, the more I see the world is not the beautiful place I thought it was as a child. People are only afraid of you if you are able to see past what they want you to see, through to the glimpses of nothing but evil desires that are dying to get out. "This city is afraid of me. I've seen it's true face." But I don't think anyone would touch me, even if I did. People aren't that stupid. They know their actions will only confirm their blackened motivation. They quietly wait for the next pre meditated move. Whether it be theirs. Or mine. Doubt would cloud everything in me. Disappointment is an inevidable product of any means I would choose. So, where do we go from here? Do I get to ...