It hurt him more than me

March 4, 2011 · Posted in Uncategorized · Comment 

I saw him. The blonde guy. His eyes met mine. Mine fixated on his. I would not let them go. I had a thong on. That’s it. He started to run. I played flag football when I was in elementery school.

I had the angle.

    

I tackle him. Crashed his head into the ground.

And then there was dust.

Nothing more.

Just dust.

I have no comment.

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