i'm on the run, the long arm of law is closing in on me, i didn't mean to do it. it was self defense i tell you!!!
there i was, about to leave the house, i opened the door and before you know it 3 of the bastards try to rush in, i managed to deflect the first one. the second made a move straight for my head...... so i slammed him into the door frame instantly breaking his back. the 3rd and final pest flew past into my hallway. after i chased him down i managed to corner him in my spare room.
you could see the panic in his eyes, he obviously thought taht he'd made a mistake coming into my house, my rage was building up, i could feel my blood boil........ he charged me in an attempt to get by, i snapped!!! i brought my arm round in arc, my fist clenched tightly, a primal scream eminating from my lungs.
it was over.
there was blood on my hands.
my mind was racing, trying to find an answer to what i'd just done.
there was only one answer, one reason why i'd become so enraged.
would it stand up in court? i don't know.
am i willing to risk it in front of a jury? No.
this is why i find myself on the bottom rung of society, staying in cheap motels, eating pot noodles, listening to Glenn Miller on a continuos loop.
"why?" i hear you ask, "what made you do i?".
well i wont drag it out any further, i can tell you in four simple words......... I F***IN HATE FLIES!!!!!!!!!
there i was, about to leave the house, i opened the door and before you know it 3 of the bastards try to rush in, i managed to deflect the first one. the second made a move straight for my head...... so i slammed him into the door frame instantly breaking his back. the 3rd and final pest flew past into my hallway. after i chased him down i managed to corner him in my spare room.
you could see the panic in his eyes, he obviously thought taht he'd made a mistake coming into my house, my rage was building up, i could feel my blood boil........ he charged me in an attempt to get by, i snapped!!! i brought my arm round in arc, my fist clenched tightly, a primal scream eminating from my lungs.
it was over.
there was blood on my hands.
my mind was racing, trying to find an answer to what i'd just done.
there was only one answer, one reason why i'd become so enraged.
would it stand up in court? i don't know.
am i willing to risk it in front of a jury? No.
this is why i find myself on the bottom rung of society, staying in cheap motels, eating pot noodles, listening to Glenn Miller on a continuos loop.
"why?" i hear you ask, "what made you do i?".
well i wont drag it out any further, i can tell you in four simple words......... I F***IN HATE FLIES!!!!!!!!!
