The Rover takes a chill pill

And regrets words said last week

I think I’m addicted to being angry.

No matter how many times I tell myself I’ve turned a corner, that I’m no longer the guy who put his fist through countless sheets of drywall, I find new ways to be mad.

Part of me thinks I need the anger. That it gives an edge to my writing, that I can harness the fire inside me to push the work further, to fight harde…