There is something so satisfactory about breaking a glass bottle. I don’t know what it is. Maybe I enjoy the sound it makes as it shatters into a thousand pieces. It sounds like music to my ears. You feel powerful you throw a bottle against the wall or at the ground. You feel like you are in control. It’s like a high. Chucking a beer can doesn’t compare to smashing a bottle on cement. I had a habit of breaking bottles in my college years. I just felt like it wasn’t a party until shit got rowdy. I’ve kind of matured since then. I still love the sound of shattering glass, but I’m usually not the one doing the damage. I still like breaking bottles but I don’t like dealing with the broken glass. If I could get the same sensation without the mess, I’d be a happy camper.
Critically Rated at 14/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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