What do you do when your first impulse is to kill your neighbor as soon as he comes close enough?  Or when it is all you can do to keep your mouth shut because those intrusive thoughts keep raring their ugly head into every moment of the day.

"Don't be stupid Jonathan!  It is only a couple of dollars." My brother Tony exclaims as he walks in on me and the neighbor Jonathan Kirby while he tries to start yet another argument with me about the rent that is overdue.  

Ironically enough, he has absolutely no clue just how right he is when he laughs and says suggestively, "You are so lucky." before he walks out the door.  At that moment, I have never been closer to ripping a big chunk out of his throat and eating it for lunch.