Within a block of his house, Wade noticed two men lounging in the shadows of a vacant lot. He smiled. Will they never learn? He didn't need this tonight. He crossed to the opposite side of the street. The two loungers crossed over too. So be it. As they drew closer, the one with stringy unwashed hair said, "Got a light, buddy?" "Sorry, don't smoke." Wade attempted to walk past. As the plump fellow to his right lunged, Wade drove his foot into the man's kneecap and discouraged stringy hair with a right forearm to the jaw, unhinging it. Kneecap groaned and yelled as Wade walked away. "Man, you broke my leg." Wade turned and lunged toward them. The look they saw in his eyes struck terror, as both men threw their hands up. "Be glad I didn't break your neck " Wade looked down on them for a moment, then turned and tramped off down the street. In Rage, Wade Jackson battles his inner demons from years of pent-up bitterness and resentment over disappointment and abusive treatment from family members. The struggle is complicated even more as forces from the spiritual realm intervene.