After listening to some old, unreleased songs from my past I started to get chills. Something I heard in my voice. Belief, conviction, passion, rage. Call it what you will, it was there. I was (still am, and probably always will be) a profoundly pissed off person. I want to strangle the powers that be so ardently at times that a very real sensation tingles in my fingers and I squeeze my fists until the knuckles whiten. This thing, it consumes me. Unforunately--or perhaps fortunately, for thos...