A Shitty Evening
It was a simple event. Something that could happen anytime, anywhere. It just happened to involve me. Don’t misunderstand me; I didn’t want to get involved. I didn’t go strolling into that store in the middle of the night to be a hero or anything. I just wanted my cola. But noooo. Someone just had to lose their mind and try to rob the convenience store. Why couldn’t they just wait another day or get a job or something. Why rob it when I was just there? I didn’t want to get involved into this mess. But there’s nothing to do about it now. What’s done is done. You can’t blame me or anything. He raised his gun at my face first you know. Breaking his arm was just a reflex. Anyone can understand that! Oh, and crippling his legs so he won’t run away? Well, that was just an unfortunate occurrence that just happened along with the shattering of his ribcage. These things happen you know! On accident even! As I said, what’s done is done! But what really bothers me is the fact that once the police finally arrived (took them forever might I add) they retained me till the morning. What did I do? Save the life of that middle aged fart with no life who can’t even defend himself? So what if the criminal had to admitted to the hospital (something about permanent trauma to the head). He deserved it. But all those questions! God they bugged the hell outta me! How did this happen, why are you here at this time, where is your home, who are your parents! So many annoying, meaningless questions! Don’t they recognize a lone, homeless 10 year old when they see one? God how annoying. That’s why I don’t ever involve myself with other people. It’s all so troublesome. I don’t need this shit in my life. Just leave me alone already! To make matters worse, I never did get my cola back. What a shitty evening.
