Could someone please direct me to a rage management session?

Hopefully, this rant will help me contain the absolutely pure, raw hatred I feel right now. If it doesn’t, well, I may be in for some therapy sessions.

My “not-really-family” little brother is a very sweet guy. I’ve mentioned him on the boards before. Collin is a kind, loving, goofy guy who loves everyone. I’ve referenced his band here, and I had them listed in my sig. He is my sweetheart, my dear, the baby-brother I never had. We always introduce each other as “my big sister” or “my little brother”, because we love each other so much. He is only 2 years younger than me, so we’ve always had the same friends and hung out and done the same things together.

One of his friends, Jay, (not his real name) recently got dumped by his girlfriend. She kicked Jay out of the house, so he went to stay with Collin. Jay has some issues, and first and foremost is that he is a raging, hateful, bastard of a drunk. A week ago, he went to the store (drunk off his ass) to buy beer, and when the cashier refused to sell it to him, he threw a brick through the glass door and took off. That should have been a sign, but apparently Collin didn’t know about it until a day or so ago. Thanksgiving night, Collin, his roommates, and Jay went out and hit a couple of bars. Collin’s friend drove them home in her father’s new truck. She told Jay that he could not smoke in the truck, because it wasn’t hers. Jay, of course, became enraged, because he was told he couldn’t do something. He didn’t smoke, but he bitched and argued with Collin the whole way home.

When they got to Collin’s house, Collin got out of the truck, moved the seat forward, and offered a hand to Jay to help him out of the back seat. Jay took this opportunity to dive out of the truck and tackle Collin. Then he proceded to beat the ever-living shit out of him. He smashed Collin’s face into the corner of the tool box in the bed of the truck, broke his nose, ripped his face open, and pounded him on the concrete of the driveway. It took 3 guys to pull him off of Collin. My friend got Collin in the house, and proceded to clean him up. They called the police, and told the cops that they were going to the hospital. Meanwhile, another friend went outside and told Collin’s roommate to get Jay out of there, because they were bringing Collin back out to take him to the hospital. So, the roommate took Jay to the hospital, as Jay either dislocated or broke his finger in the attack. (I personally hope it shattered into a million pieces, and sent shards of bone into his bloodstream, which will eventually do something rotten to him. Yes, I’m that mean/pissed about this.)

Well, Dumbass Roommate took Jay to the same hospital that Collin was being taken to. When they walked Collin in the room, Jay got up and ran at Collin, because he was going to attack him AGAIN!.

Thank God, my friends got Jay out of there, and Collin got treated. A broken nose, 38 stitches in the face, two black eyes, and the entire inside of his mouth is just raw from being beaten. Apparently, if Jay had moved just a little bit when smashing Collin’s face into the truck, Collin would have lost his eye.

I am so enraged by what happened, that all I can do is think mean, evil, spiteful, horrible thoughts. I am not a violent person, and I would never physically take any action on Jay. I found about this today, and I keep thinking, “if I see this motherfucker on the street, he better pray that God strikes him down dead right then and there, because I will hurt him more than he’s ever hurt in his life.” I want him to suffer. I want to be the one who beats him within inches of his life, and then lets him heal, only to repeat the process over and over again. He’s known Collin for years, he knows that Collin is not a guy who will get in a fight. I want him to take on someone his own size, like me, who actually posesses the skill to fight him back and beat his punk ass. Of course, I’m not going to do anything about it except bitch and write a pit thread.

He is going to be arrested today; Collin had to fill out a bunch of paperwork, and that’s difficult to do when you can’t see because both of your eyes have been beaten shut. I’m glad he’s getting arrested, because it will keep him out of my line of sight. (I would definitely not be able to sit in the same room with someone like that, and I have no intention of avoiding my favorite places because of this shitstain.) I hope Jay goes to jail for a long time, and I hope he gets beaten and tortured there. I hope he gets violated like he violated Collin, and I hope it happens over and over again. I hope he becomes someone’s bitch, and I hope they use him as a toilet plunger when the toilet stops up. I hope he gets festering wounds that get chewed on at night by rats. I hope he finds a strange trail of slimy, disgusting bugs in his bed, and finds the source of the trail at the end of his dick. I hope he develops permanant, gushing hemmorhoids. I hope he gets a violent case of Montezuma’s Revenge, and someone superglues his every orifice shut. And then I hope he wakes up and does it all again the next day.

Ok. I kind of feel better.

Jeez, Skerri, what happened to Collin’s just terrible! I hope he has a quick and complete recovery.

Hugs to your brother, Skerri. Get him well enough to testify against this guy in court. Make sure the hospital takes lots of pictures of your brother’s injuries.

And may I say,

was truly inspired.

He attacked Collin for no reason other than someone else told him he couldn’t smoke in the vehicle? What a complete fucktard. I hope the sonofabitch stays in jail a long, long time.

I hope your brother makes a quick recovery, and I’m glad he didn’t have any permanent damage.

Skerri, don’t you think that it’s Jay for whom the rage management clinic would be appropriate, not you?

Yeah, Billdo, but I feel stupid for being so damned mad. I know there’s no point in it, I’ll never do anything constructive with it, and I shouldn’t let it fester like I know it’s going to. I just feel helpless, and that feeling just makes me more and more angry. I mean, I’m a 28 year old woman, and I should not want so desperately to beat the piss out of some jackass.

I’ll tell you what, though, I sure as hell could take out a punching bag right now.

I can’t think of any board-postable wish for Jay. I hope he doesn’t see the light of day for some time. I hope your brother makes a full recovery.

You should talk to your brother about asking the DA to recommend some sort of meaningful punishment for Jay. Locking him up is just a band-aid and should be coupled with some serious therapy. If he could do this to someone he cares about, he could easily kill anyone else. This guy isn’t just some asshole…he’s very dangerous. I know from experience that the punishment probably won’t be very harsh, jail-wise. I bet the most he’ll get is about 6 months. This guy needs some guidance and intervention.

It’s not civilized, it’s not morally right, but sometimes, beating the piss out of some fucktard who richly deserves it is the best solution. (Not that I’m advocating you do that.) Genetic throwbacks like “Jay” only understand violence, and I’m sure that he’ll get plenty of “education” about violence when he goes to prison (where he’s sure to end up, sooner or later).

Find that punching bag, and keep hitting it until you’re exhausted. You’ll feel so good afterwards, trust me. I had a girlfriend royally screw me over one-time, and all I did for months afterwards to vent my anger was pump iron. Let me tell you that feeling the muscle burn I got was better than the sex we had.

I hope your brother comes through this with a minimum of pain and suffering.

I talked to my “little brother” tonight. He seems to be doing ok, got the stitches taken out, and talked to the police about everything. My dear friend Emily (lead singer of his band) gave the police all the pictures she took that night. I’m so glad he’s in with good people that will take care of him. At least some times he makes good choices when it comes to friends.

So, it’s been about 12 hours since I found out about all this, and I still would love the chance to make Jay bleed on my hands. I feel so sick. But I feel more sick thinking of my baby bleeding all over his front yard because some fucking psycho decided to hurt him. I’ve only felt this way about one other person, who I happened to be engaged to, and he was abusive also. There are only two people in this world that I consider “my little brothers”, and Collin’s one of them. When I talked to him tonight, he sounded very far away and very detached from everything that happened. I wish I could wipe away all the pain and shame that he probably feels. (And I wish I could use Jay’s face to do it.) I just want to thank you all for reading my crazy venting process, and let you know that I appreciate you standing up for a good person. I want to reassure you all that I would never do anything violent to someone (well, not anymore, since I decided to grow up), but sitting here thinking and stewing on it has made me feel somewhat better, if totally and completely impotent. I have never felt so vehemently about just beating the absolute piss out of someone else. (Especially someone that I went to high school with, who I thought was my brother’s friend.) I have always taken care of Collin, because he is such a sweet-natured person, and while I’ve been in more than my fair share of scraps and beat-downs, I’m letting the law take care of this one. I just don’t think that I have to imagine being nice to Jay ever again. And if imagining what I wish would happen to him helps me feel better, I would like to personally thank everyone who read this thread, and the admins of the SDMB for giving me a safe haven to blow my steam out of my ears.

I will still probably hate Jay with every inch of my being for the rest of my years, but it will be a peace-filled hate. (If that makes any sense.)

When you get tired of hating Jay let me know and we’ll work out a trade.

Just remember, that feeling that you want to pound the crap out of Jay is the exact same feeling that Jay had when he beat up Colin. Sometimes the only thing that makes you not an ass is lack of follow through.