i know how you feel, the other day i saw my old boy scout troop leader on the street and bashed him in the face with a wrench. according to the "witnesses" (if you can call them that, i mean, did they witness what happened in that cold, dark tent so many years ago?) i attacked the man with a zeal usually attributed to the zarking mad, but honestly, i thought it was a natural reaction to seeing him again.
not my fault that his nose couldn't take the blunt trauma of a steel wrench and shattered up into his brain, killing him. at the very most, i should get manslaughter, this first degree murder business is simply absurd.