"Why," he asked incessantly, grating on the extent of my sanity. With each new question's arrival, I am pushed closer to the limit separating reality from a fugue state of nonexistence. Each question further damaging the wall between sanity and oblivion. "Why?" Another chip in the wall; I realize that I am drifting ever closer to the madness. "Why?" It happens. I feel the dam that holds back the madness give way; a torrent of insanity comes crashing through, obliterating reality before my eyes. For one infinitesimal moment, all goes dark; time no longer matters. The sole focus of my entire existence, however tenuous it may be at this time, is on murdering that damn moron in Glendale, AZ. I feel control slip out of my hands and leave my body with only an ethereal sense of reality remaining. I can no longer carry through my desire. The Glendale moron gets a reprieve, yet again.