Everyday
I went to the coast once, strangely it was out of season yet all of the arcades and chipshops were still open, it was almost as if the locals hadn't realised and it had slipped their minds to close up.

Every where I looked people were in their finest clothes, as if they had just got up to go to church, walking past all of the preachers with their signs beckoning the end of the world.

I also saw a couple being hit by a double decker bus, and then to make matters worse they were crushed by a ten ton truck.

And then I shot Hector.
(the_icks has the sweet essence of giraffe, Mon 18 Jun 2012, 21:09, Reply)