Where Angels Fear
Aug 22, 2017 · 2 min read

The Author

is sick to death of being told he’s grumpy in the mornings.

Like everyone else, all he wants to do first is to be allowed the time to wake up and ease himself into the day gently — a cup of coffee, a cigarette and the opportunity to not be obliged to take part in some fraternity-party-like inanity organised by half-wit HR psychopaths first thing in the morning.

But, no … he’s not allowed to do that.

Oh, no … he’s got to jump for joy and gambol about like some demented cartoon rabbit on speed, lest someone else take offense at the fact that his first thought of the day isn’t “I’m so full of the joys of Spring that I think I’ll jump for joy and gambol about like some demented cartoon rabbit on speed.”

FFS!

No, he’s not fucking grumpy in the mornings: he just doesn’t have the mindset of an overtired, hyperactive five-year-old with AD-fucking-HD and doesn’t want to be moaned and griped at before the day is five seconds old because he isn’t a fucking psychotic caught in the middle of the manic phase of Bipolar Disorder!!!

Now … have you got that?

Or do you want him to introduce you to Mr Grumpy!?!

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Where Angels Fear

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

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