The anger soaring through him is like nothing hes ever felt before. Like something growing inside him that he just needs an outlet for. All he can think is, "What happened? What stopped me from losing my shit like this before?" SLAM! He hears the front door slam and without skipping a beat Johnny punches the bathroom wall with all his might. Searing pain, delicious searing pain! He looks down to notice what kind of condition his hand is in. Cut from the hard tile but still quite intact. "Im not made of glass!" he exclaims. "This pain, I like it,  its almost like it sets me free! What do I do?" As an quiet inner voice says "Do it again". SLAM! "Fuck thats good!" Again checking his hand, now more bloody with a fairly large gouge in it now. Hes quickly snapped back to reality realizing the tile is now cracked in half. "What the fuck am I going to do with this tile, Von hand picked it?!"