Today had been a good day.

For some odd reason, Grant hadn't woken up angry. It was as if some cosmic force was forcing him to be nice. It was a strange occurrence. Grant was never not angry. He had gotten out of bed (a bunch of cardboard boxes) and left his home (a big cardboard box) with some cash. He waltz out of the alley that his home was in and walked to the store. After all, it was morning and he was hungry.

After a long time deciding what he wanted, Grant had made his choice on a small bag of chips. They looked delicious. Grant walked up to the attendant and put the chips onto the counter (which was difficult for his short size). "Is that all?" The attendant said with an unenthusiastic tone. To which Grant had replied with a simple "Yes". "150 Yen." The attendant had said back to him. Grant took out the money and tossed it up into the counter. The attendant took the money and put it in the register. After a brief period of awkward nothing, the attendant pushed the bag down, to which Grant grabbed and scampered off.

Grant had his chips. He wanted to eat them. Without any further delay, he began to tear open the bag. Except he couldn't. It was like the bag was made at a complex that made indestructible bags, for some reason. Grant (with his weak strength) couldn't tear open the bag. His joyful mood was being cut short.

Today was bad day (like usual).

"GOD DAMMIT" He yelled, his unusual calm demeanor turning into his regular rage. He tried to tear open the bag again. It didn't work. He kept on yelling explicit words at the top of his lungs. "I DON'T NEED YOU, CHIPS!" He shrieked before taking the bag and smashing it against a wall. He then took the still intact bag and tossed it on the ground. He began jumping on it, still swearing. After the contents of the bag were completely destroyed, he began to smash his head against a nearby wall. The wall quickly was filled with dents, despite being concrete. After that was done, he began to calm down to his regular amount of anger.

He left the bag on the street, and took a few steps forward before seeing the legs of some sort of girl who was looking to the sky. "Outta the way girlie!" He commanded with anger in his voice. He refused to step one foot in either direction. He was that angry.