Or at least taking that severe desperate u-turn back into Sin City.
Today I tripped someone.
Really. It was like in a slapstick comedy routine. Easy enough to explain actually. I'm a simple guy after all. During a conversation I got irritated by that infuriating someone. I just couldn't stand it anymore. So in a fit of pure insanity I tripped her.
And down she went.
The larger the ego ( and the lard-ass ), the harder the fall. Those who haven't tried it would be surprised how easy it is to trip someone.
I doubt even these bars could keep my wicked self in...
I admit I couldn't contain my wicked glee. I almost burst out laughing and had to bite my lip. I know. What the fuck is wrong with me! Sometimes this crazed inexplicable ( mostly irrational ) impulse - what I call my heart of darkness - just takes over. No doubt one day I'll give in far too easily to my darker side without much protest from my embattled conscience and mayhem would ensue.
Reason enough to befriend all the lawyers I can find.
Even then, I found myself wishing that she was carrying a mountainous load of files. Or at least a tray full of gooey food with fizzy drinks. So that I could see them fly.