eight times out of 10 when i pick up an odd-shaped, heavy object i immediately imagine how it would feel to hammer someone nearby in the face or head with it. the momentum of the swing, the sickly crunch of the impact and the fear, adrenaline, etc. that would follow. i'm sure loads of people would link this to my affinity for video-gaming, but i would counter with my memories of imagining ultraviolence as a child long before i'd ever played super mario bros... myself falling out of moving cars, bookcases falling on classmates, various lacerations and mutilations in restaurants and school cafeterias.
mmmmmm, yes... an overactive imagination is a kid's best friend. the kind of friend that occasionally pushes you down the stairs and says it was an accident, but a friend that's always there for you, nonetheless.
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