Maggots

"Ugly motherfuckers... I'll step on you all, and if that's not enough, I'll get in my car and run you all over" Peters vision was blurred, he had double vision but he wasn't drunk, in fact, he'd been completely sober for almost 3 months. The lack of intoxicants made it worse. His feelings were stronger, stronger than his own will, his own mid, his own being.. He couldn't contain his hate, it was only growing.. He would play the same album for weeks on end, and he'd learned all the lyrics and even some of the guitar riffs. He's tried to change, but the harder he tried, the harder it seemed to be. He was stuck, and all that he could see what filthy maggots, everywhere! At the office, at home, when he would go out to eat, at the bar, and even while he was driving, he'd see them on the sidewalk and in other cars. "Fucking maggots... burn in hell!!!!!"