Every so often I get in my cage, grab the tire and the samsonite, and go to town. People avoid me for a while, till I settle back down again, then I get out of the cage.

I find that when you are 6'5" and 265 lbs, people have much less tolerance of your outbursts than those who are not so imposing. Why is it the little 5'2" 90 lb woman seems hell-bent on taming the beast chair and whip style? Every time I go off I end up with some little female squealing at me to settle down and behave. It must be a King-Kong type of affliction.

Well, if it were Naomi Watts yelling at me, I might just be distracted enough to listen...