When I'm in dire need of escape I go and bash balls.
At the local driving range.
Golf.
There is something uniquely satisfying about hitting balls off a balcony out into the middle of a field. To me anyway. I buy my $14 bucket-o-balls and bash to my heart's content. Sometimes I'll hit one square on and it will be a thing of beauty - the connection of club and ball is smooth and the follow through swing is easy. The ball sails almost effortlessly into the lit up night air.
I'm going tonight because I have had enough of today.
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