So Sunday evening (round 21:40ish) I was walking home from the Crossharbour DLR when out of nowhere WHAM! Some arsehole hits me in the back of the head and runs off cackling like the inbred country-joe motherfucker he is. I hope he contracts v.d. and dies horrible as blood-red butt-crabs rip his intestines and scrotal sack to shreds! Bitter? Hell-yes I am bitter!
Anyway the damage: concussion (mild), nosebleed (to be honest this may have been a coincidence but it was too close to be totally sure). ANYway I call the police to make a report, they send officers over who arrive just before 1 in the a.m. to take a report, they asked me if I had been smoking marijuana or drinking alcohol as I was a bit y'know... ummmm sapcy - well I had just been punched in the head, but no no booze or waccy-baccy. They offer to call me an ambulance (cue bad joke of OK you are an ambulance! har har!) I decline but promise that I will get checke dout as soon as I can the next day. Luckily no lasting damage although my sted still aches (the ache was helped along by me whacking my head on an overhanging cupboard this morning at Crayford Library). Luckily this time I have strong pills - the little blue liquid filled ones that look like Matrix props. mmmmmmmmm drugs!
NOTE: Kids don't take drugs, drugs are bad mmmmkay! Except the ones doctors give you to make you all better!
No comments:
Post a Comment