Yeah-A, wtf is wrong with the author?
In the summer of 1993, a week before my 13th birthday, I went after the kids across the street with a butcher knife. I can’t recall what I was so mad about, but I am sure it was something stupid. When they saw me coming, they ran into their house, along with one of my sisters, and slammed the door shut.
I would actually wanted to hurt myself after writing something like this.