william jennings biggs, age forty, suffered a brain infarction while he slept. as a consequence he awoke insane. like most insane people, he didn't know he was insane. in fact he never felt better physically and mentally. indeed, he felt so full of power that he could bench press the planet and, in a mere half hour, tear down the wall of china barehanded. but like most insane people, his life remained generally mundane. and so he got out of bed, careful not to wake his sleeping wife, and went and made coffee. upon seeing the neighbors through the kitchen window, he knocked on the glass to get their attention. getting it, he gave them all the finger, grimacing his unshaven face to convey his hate. only the little girl, dressed for her first day of school he supposed, gave him an enjoyable reaction.she exploded into what looked like a hundred thousand tears. he giggled at that. then, as the parents unsuccessfully tried to comfort the sobbing child, he enjoyed good sustained belly laugh. his enjoyment satiated, he went from the kitchen into the living room where he planned to break up furniture to make a fire. before he could start, the door bell rang. he hated interruptions. he found them infuriating and insulting. his time was his time. no one else's. he went to the knife drawer in the kitchen, grabbed the largest knife, and went to give the appropriate answer to the interruption standing at his front door. his wife was up now, and stood in the way. she wore that ratty bathrobe he hated, and her face disgusted him, when he had married her, she had been a twenty three year old beauty. he hadnt imagined back then being married to the forty year old version of her. as he reached her she asked, whats going on. that information seemed self evident. he wasnt going to feed into her mental laziness by telling her the obvious. get the fuck out of my way, he requested, quickly adding a please because he was a gentleman and hoped they would fuck when he was done,
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