I knew I shouldn't have done it, but our

I knew I shouldn't have done it, but our relationship has always been adversarial in the extreme. When she challenged me on what other ways there were to skin a cat, the gauntlet

had been thrown, bounced and hit me in the eye. So when she got home all her cats were dead and their skins nailed up in the dining room. It was a big room. I said, "Now, how many

pancakes do you want?" "You bastard!" She grabbed the soccer trophy from the bookshelf and hurled it at me, narrowly missing my head and crashing into the cat skin hanging above

even -I- beat Legend of Zelda. It wasn't even that hard. I didn't even get the sword." Karen had just blasted his world with the revelation that indeed, he was a failure.

He couldn't get past the first level of Angry Birds. Karen looked backed at him, once, as she went out the door -- which she didn't even bother to close. He called to her,

but she didn't answer. He tried to switch the light on. The fuse box exploded loudly in the next room. He tried to leave. He walked into the door frame. He threw the iPhone to the

floor where it jammed into the door jamb. There was no escape, trapped like a wine grape, as long as she held the stakes and the fuse box was bust. He turned back to her rust and

melted pvc coated circuitry. Now which of these resisters was the big one? What was the phrase? "Bad Beer Rots Our Young Guts But Vodka Goes Well." She gripped the stakes shaking

with all her might. Colors be damned, she tore out the whole mother board. An blue spark arced from the machine leaving a charred hole where its heart used to be. Good riddance.