A measurement of hatred average among hateful beings.
Jill went and got a job, an extremely lucrative job through hustling and using connections. Jack, knowing this and didn't say a word, but everyone around could see his Hater Index rising. Friday Afternoon shit literally hit the fan, when Jill smiled smugly in Jack's direction with her boxes. Long story short, Jack had a stroke and is now on disability. Peace be with him.
by carmichaelreid December 26, 2012