For freedom

And now, at last, I can make noise again! I know now how the dudes in the two videos below me felt at the time! Ok, they're both fictional, but still! (Neither are safe for work, both include the F-bomb, just in case you didn't want to hear that) But I think I can relate, the only times I really wanted to speak were to yell at somebody. With all that pent up frustration and anger, I can see why their first choice of words would be quite angry ones. Anticlimactily, my first word was "Yes.". I had planned to make it just one big yell, but we have elderly neighbors and it was first thing in the morning, so I didn't want to cause a ruckus. Had an argument with the parents last night. Ever try to have an argument on little pieces of paper? It's the most frustrating thing since unrequieted love. My mom angrily demanded that I "Stamp once for yes, twice for no. Like a horse.", Instead of learn the sign language for yes and no. Adamant that my neck wasn't really sore, like I motioned it to be.  My dad also kept punching me in the shoulder, it was driving me crazy. The times I've wanted to just smack my parents are few and far between, but scarce has my inspiration for smackage been that intense.