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                                                           Stung
       Hit the ground. Shitfucksonofabitch… I fly out into the sidewalk, barreling over some poor businessman on his way to work, not a care in the world. Hear the frantic yells at my tail, the thunder of my own footfalls in my brain. My own fault, should’ve taken my regular route to school. Sting operation, bought pot from a goddamn pig, like those shows on TV when they nab some retard for agreeing to employ a fake hooker. My first fuck-up with anything illegal and I get caught, how awesome is that? I was just in bad mood, I had the money, so why not? Didn’t want to get to school right away…took the long way to burn off some steam.
       They’re closing in, so I pull an old dirty trick, throw a couple garbage cans to the side as I dart around a corner. Hear a thump and grunt – got one of ‘em. Probably about four of them after me. The cold morning air sears my throat in rapid repetition, the sun starting to rise, me running into its slight warmth. Nowhere to run where they can’t get to me, each place as unsafe as the next. I wheel around to my left, bolting down a slim alley, up a ladder, barely gripping the icy rails. I’m about halfway up when they start. Heartbeat booming in my chest, reverberating into my skull. Looking up as I clear the peak, seeing the freshly orange clouds, wondering if I’ll see them for much longer…my capture is inevitable. Try the door at the top of the catwalk – locked.
       Turn to see a flustered red face, grimacing up to me. Shittheygotme – or have they? Steel toe kick the fucker in his nose. A yelp. Red oozes out, but he holds his grip. He practically throws himself up to my level, grabs they back of my hair, slams me face-first into the door. Damn that hurt – though probably not as much as him…a slight chuckle inside, despite my current situation. The early-morning birds chirping, the smell of the pig’s and my sweat. Another cop ascends the final step. They both yell shit at me, I couldn’t care less what it is at this point. I try to break free of his grip. Throw a kick behind me – miss, he just holds harder, pulls my right thumb the wrong way, forcing my cooperation.
The alley under us, I hear two cops on their radios, probably calling a car, garbage and dead rodents and dead birds around their feet. Taste my stagnant, dry mouth, sticky from the fast breathing now starting to slow. Everything slowing down actually. My mind stuffing up…clogging my thoughts. Eyes roll back…sound slowing. Breath hurting…heart thumping lungs. A whisper, not sure what I say. I go deadweight. Lights out…seeyalater…

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                                                           Stung
       Hit the ground. Shitfucksonofabitch… I fly out into the sidewalk, barreling over some poor businessman on his way to work, not a care in the world. Hear the frantic yells at my tail, the thunder of my own footfalls in my brain. My own fault, should’ve taken my regular route to school. Sting operation, bought pot from a goddamn pig, like those shows on TV when they nab some retard for agreeing to employ a fake hooker. My first fuck-up with anything illegal and I get caught, how awesome is that? I was just in bad mood, I had the money, so why not? Didn’t want to get to school right away…took the long way to burn off some steam.
       They’re closing in, so I pull an old dirty trick, throw a couple garbage cans to the side as I dart around a corner. Hear a thump and grunt – got one of ‘em. Probably about four of them after me. The cold morning air sears my throat in rapid repetition, the sun starting to rise, me running into its slight warmth. Nowhere to run where they can’t get to me, each place as unsafe as the next. I wheel around to my left, bolting down a slim alley, up a ladder, barely gripping the icy rails. I’m about halfway up when they start. Heartbeat booming in my chest, reverberating into my skull. Looking up as I clear the peak, seeing the freshly orange clouds, wondering if I’ll see them for much longer…my capture is inevitable. Try the door at the top of the catwalk – locked.
       Turn to see a flustered red face, grimacing up to me. Shittheygotme – or have they? Steel toe kick the fucker in his nose. A yelp. Red oozes out, but he holds his grip. He practically throws himself up to my level, grabs they back of my hair, slams me face-first into the door. Damn that hurt – though probably not as much as him…a slight chuckle inside, despite my current situation. The early-morning birds chirping, the smell of the pig’s and my sweat. Another cop ascends the final step. They both yell shit at me, I couldn’t care less what it is at this point. I try to break free of his grip. Throw a kick behind me – miss, he just holds harder, pulls my right thumb the wrong way, forcing my cooperation.
The alley under us, I hear two cops on their radios, probably calling a car, garbage and dead rodents and dead birds around their feet. Taste my stagnant, dry mouth, sticky from the fast breathing now starting to slow. Everything slowing down actually. My mind stuffing up…clogging my thoughts. Eyes roll back…sound slowing. Breath hurting…heart thumping lungs. A whisper, not sure what I say. I go deadweight. Lights out…seeyalater…