Ye ghads, that kinda sounds like ME! It takes a lot to get me angry enough to start swinging. And I mean someone has to really work at it to push me to that point. But if they can get me to the point I ball up my fists and start swinging, I, too, am almost completely incapable of stopping until I'm too exhausted to continue, and I also blank out at those moments.

Fortunately, to get me to that point, as I said, someone has to really work, and work hard, and keep pushing me, until I break. I don't exactly have a hair trigger. I like to say, I'm like a cannon with a two mile long fuse that's sitting underwater. But if that fuse can get lit, and stay lit, then I go off like a volcano blowing its lid.