You know what the Good Charlotte thing brought up some series buried anger that I shall now vent here. My god damn battle buddy on my first deployment to Iraq loved Yellow Card, particularity that god damn song Ocean Avenue. I woke up every single day ready to murder him when I heard that shit I'm fairly certain his taste in music kept me in a constant state of ready to do incredible acts of violence at a moments notice for that entire deployment and now your thinking "wow Justmatthew thats screwed up but in a round about way because of that situation that sounds like maybe it was helpful". No, the zen and calm of calamity is what you want, you want muscle reaction and training to carry you not the psychopathic urge to kill somebody constantly. alllll right going to grab another cup of coffee, cheers!