The loud clacking of Louis A’s over grown toenails on the cold cement was not what I needed this morning. My head already hurt from my long night at the pub and the loud noise did not help. To make matters worse Louis burst out barking. Intense pain shot through my brain with each screeching bellow. I tried to calm him but with little success.
POW! An intense sound, like a mini explosion, rattled my right ear. After the sound, squealing tires sped away from the scene followed by the smell of burning rubber. What in the hell just happened? I thought to myself. Just when I thought my day and my headache could not get any worse, I hear a man screaming at the top of his lungs. Shit! Fuck! Son of a bitch! I am going to kill that motherfucker who shot me! God dammit! My first impression of this guy was god he is annoying followed by an easy understanding of why he got shot. Shit give me a gun and tell me what direction to point it in and I will shoot him. But that was the ironic part, you had to tell me the direction to point the gun. Ever since my accident all I did was follow. Sure I can think for myself but what good is that when your movement and actions all have to be monitored and closely watched.