All I Have Left Is Anger

This post doesn’t have a silver lining. I don’t have a pretty sentence I can string together that can adequately summarize the depth of my frustration and sincere desire for some kind of hope.

Right now, all I have left is anger.

Other.

In the lovely state of Michigan, 63 miles west of Detroit, off Interstate-96, you’ll find a commonly passed yet rarely noticed town by the name of Fowlerville. Pop off the highway and mosey through the street lined with fast food chains and Wal-Mart. Make your way down the main street to the single traffic signal in the center of town. Then…