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Monday, March 13, 2006

Thank Goodness for Self Control

To that farkin drunk ass idiot, you were fortunate. You have to thank your lucky stars for doing what you did and got off unscathed. From me.. Your life may have been one miserable wreck, with rain clouds permanently attached above you all this while, but last night the farkin stars in the whole universe came out and specifically formed a cosmic alignment just to shine for you. The care bears as well.

Just got me in the bus en route to home after sending Mal back. Sat on the second last row, behind this Indian guy whom i assumed was sleeping as he got his face facing downwards. All was fine until about halfway through the journey when i started to smell something creeping up my nose. At first i thought it was food but as it got stronger, i began to doubt it. Next, i thought it was alcohol as though i don't drink, i'm quite familiar with the stench. Oops, i meant smell. Anyway by then i had already settled for the fact that it came from behind me and there was nobody else but the guy there. Those in front kept turning behind and looked at me with the look of not love but "doode, what the hell?!" on their nice faces. Naturally i gave them the look of again, not love but "it's not me you farks, but behind me.. and anally insert something big and unpleasant forcefully in yourselves!". I was still sick. The smell kept getting stronger and unbearable til i had to turn around and looked at the guy. He looked at me and instantly turned elsewhere as if something was up. Then, i felt some moisture on the floor and took a quick glance. it was liquid, flowing from where the guy sat, making it's way to the front of the bus. My initial thought of it was beer as it was what i smelled coming from the doode, but as i looked at the reflection on the glass panel, he was'nt carrying anything on him. Then it struck me as the bus was reaching my stop. Fark. Practically jumped up off my seat and desperately tryin to rub my Jordans with the floor of the bus. The fucking asshole pissed in the damn bus! Other than the floor, the friggin piss touched my Jordans! My damn Jordan 11 that took me i dunno how many years to acquire! I just stood there staring at the fool like a full blown, blood-thirsty lycan on a clear full moon night with a drunk ass, piss-happy little lamb in my shadow. For whatever reason, he was just left there, as was previously said, unscathed, by a then psychopathic, almost murderous, full blown, blood-thirsty lycan on a clear full moon night. Maybe it's because of the sheer audacity of it all. Or maybe it was my stop and i hate to miss that. Maybe it was already well past midnight and i'm coughing like a sick, full blown, blood-thirsty lycan on a clear full moon night. I think it was all of the above. Alighted the bus but not without me making my way to the side of it and stood the closest i can to that Jordans pissing farker. Did not even dare to look up as i was snarling and vapours were forming at the glass panel where he was.

Darted back to my place and washed the shoes right away like a full blown, sneaker-headed, blood-thirsty lycan on a clear full moon night. All i was thinking about then was guy's a lucky bastard. At least for that moment.. Off to class now. Cheerios..

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