Avant garde, no?

A while back I wrote about walking through a darkened Collingwood alley and being accosted by a ruffian. He said, "Do you want me to smash your fucken face in?" or something along those lines, and I said, "No, I think I'm right."

Thus the situation was resolved.

But afterwards, I decided that perhaps it would be best not to go wandering around the alleys of Collingwood at night, just on the off-chance that my negotiation skills would not hold up a second time around.

So anyway, tonight I find myself walking through a darkened Collingwood alley and I realise that the alley I am in is in fact the same alley as the aforementioned alley.

Oops.

Out of the shadows emerge three thugs. One of them says to me...


....


[suspense]


.....

I. Like. Your. Hat.

And then he starts rambling unintelligibly before saying, "You know what I mean?"

I consider lying, but then I think better of it in case this is a test, so I say, "No."

And the three gents bid me good night and safe travels.


TWO FOR TWO.

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