The halfway house is just adjacent to the gym that I train at. The guys there, once you're in as they tend to be very distrustful of everyone, are some of the greatest guys around. They're the type that has your back and will walk with you to the gates of hell and back. They're the ones you want by your side when the fists or bullets start flying.
But some guys just aren't cut out to punch a time clock, tuck in their shirt, put on a tie, having to say "yes, mam" to some whiny bitch boss who tells you to "think outside the box." Having to answer the phone with the company pitch line instead of just "hello" like a normal person. Having to sit through a performance review by a fat, balding, ass kisser who alway has beads of sweat on his forehead and bits of white saliva on the corners on his lips who tells you, "I want to see a little bit more happy out of you. Think of us as your family and everyday is Christmas morning."
Some guys, when surrounded by phonies, ass kissers and status seekers , just want to take a deep breath, spit on their hands, raise the Black Flag and start slitting throats.