Anger getting the better of me.

Anne Marie has found someone who lives in the strangest house. It is a tiny straw and wooden round house, like a mini shed, and it has two mushroom stools which are seats and they take up most of the space inside. The person who built it is an eccentric.

I hang out with her for a while.

I travel back to my house which is up a long hill. I get home and a party is going on. Lots of teenagers have filled all the rooms and hallways and are chatting away with their drinks.

I am trying to get to my room, by pushing through all the bodies. There are people lining the spiral stairs up to my room. Fair enough, I think, they need somewhere to hang out. I tell them,
 "you can hang out in my room as long as you don't make a mess and leave when I tell you two. I'm going to need to go to bed quite soon. ".

I ask them to help me - we are trying to fold a giant tarp which needs putting back into
place.  If I'm doing this job my self, I have to be quite precise with the measurements to get it tight, which takes a while, or alternatively I just need someone on each corner and it takes a few minutes.

People are watching me struggle a little, while I explain the process to one lad who has expressed a little desire to help me. There are at least 2 people sat on my bed drinking booze and watching
the process.

I say, " you need to fold this corner to hear, while holding this one,..." Its not going well. I am too distracted by what's going on... "Or perhaps you can help me" I say to the couple on the bed, and offer them a corner to hold which they do.

I try give a corner to one guy but he is far to drunk. He also is directly ignoring what I've said and doing exactly what I've told them to not do.

I get really angry.

I don't like enforcing my anger but it gets the better of me, and I realise that perhaps the situation needs a bit of anger to get this straight.  I shout at the teenagers that are being most unhelpful and
disruptive.

"Fuck off!" "Fuck off!!! If you don't get out or do as I say I will
have to use force"

I pick one of them up by his shirt and am going to throw him to the other side of the room but some people stop me at the last second ,

"Careful of the rose thorns!" They warn.

I notice a huge rose bush with thorns the size of credit cards, like a dinosaur, dangerously pointy and chunky.  I steer my aim away from this and hurl this guy into the wall. He is shocked but not injured.

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