Another Boring One
After watching England win the world cup and not being interested in the slightest, I take a tennis racket and ball, and keep knocking the ball in the air as I walk down to a local firld, and back home again. On the way back a naked man on a motorcycle passes me. On the stairs leading to my flat I see an old friend, and start talking to her. She has a male friend with her, and the longer we talk the more aggresive this man becomes. I try to inject myself with some heyfever medicine, but the man smashes my pouch containing the medicine, causing it to break. Angry with him, I stab him in the hand with a needle causing it to bend. He screams, and I run into my flat feeling satisfied. All of a sudden I am overwhelmed with guilt, thinking I may have killed the man. Then I wake up.