Don't shoot, I'm naked

Here's the scenario - It's an ordinary Wednesday night. I'm hanging out, playing computer games. AA has just crashed, and I notice that something's blocking some of the light from the veranda and casting a shadow on the wall. Stand, look out, and notice a person with what looks like a jumper tied around their head. Stupid grin and half wave, and the person takes off down the front stairs. This is the moment that I notice they're carrying a bow, with an arrow nocked, and the jumper is actually a balaclava.

Whoo. Should have been shit scared with only 10m of air separating me and certain impalation, but apparently I have nerves of steel. I'm still wearing a strange half-smile on my face even after 3 police cruisers disgorged 5 cops and a sniffer dog on to the front garden. Whoo, that was strange.

Jaymis on 2003-03-27 @ 00:51 [TrackBack]
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Holy fuck?!?!

peshwengi on 2003-03-28 @ 01:18
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