It’s just like, when I see a fence, I kick it. I don’t always have to kick a hole in it, but damn when the wood splinters and it makes that unmistakeable crack it’s soooo satisfying and then I get inspired and I want to keep kicking and make the hole even bigger. At a certain point I stop because it’s just too easy, and I’m always afraid too of like a wild kick where my foot goes in the hole and the splintered wood hits my leg and yeah I’m probably wearing pants but one I don’t want to tear my pants and two I could get splinters or bleed and I’m not trying to go around bleeding on fences and shit, I only want to kick them. So when a sizeable hole has been established in the fence I’m basically happy. It really doesn’t take much to make me happy. I don’t know if a hole kicked in a fence actually makes me happy or if it’s some stop gap fascimile of happiness that I’ve manufactured to fill a hole that has been kicked in the fence of my soul. Either way it makes me feel good enough to get through the day, and that’s all anyone can really ask for anyway.