"Better that than on actual people. Weeding is good--focused destruction--but I get better results at the batting cages. There's something very therapeutic about taking a bat and whacking the hell out of a bunch of balls." Noah grinned and tossed weeds onto the pile. "Therapy via socially-acceptable violence."
He stretched under a shrub to get at some tenacious weeds, and the branches scratched the back of his neck when he re-emerged. He pulled off a glove and touched the back of his neck, and the salt from his skin burned. At least it wasn't actively bleeding.
"Is your anger something you're willing to talk about, or do you want to continue to wreak havok to the weed world?"