Hey Chris, it's me, Paul. I'm here to tell you to just take a minute every now and then to smell the roses. Calm down, count to ten every once and a while. Don't hit girls. It will all get better sooner or later.

You know, I used to get pretty mad like you. I'd get my phone bill or some bad criticism, and I'd say, "You know, I'm going to call someone a bad name. I'm just going to do that." And I would. I'd call my roommate a "sour grape" or roll my eyes at the mailman. Of course, I never hit anyone, especially a woman for that matter, that's just horrible and unwarranted. But I'm sure we let out anger in our own ways.

But then, you see, a good friend gave me a special journal. It was decorative and had my name on the inside, and it was where I could go whenever my head got hot and I wanted to give someone a piece of my mind.