Truth is, I’ve been spring-loaded my entire life. Life gets shot at me from point-blank range and I just shoot straight back. Which is okay if you’re John Wayne or De Niro saving the world, but when your chief nemesis is bubble-overrun it’s slightly less convincing. When you’re younger, you think you’re the only one. Special. Then you start seeing spring-loaded people everywhere. Sitting on buses. Kicking their dogs. Beating their children unconscious. Road rage. Trolley rage. Pew rage. Soul rage.
— Overdue new Releases, Matt Johnson
This from the book I’m currently reading, and rather enjoying, by a local Wellington author.