Rodney Sanches
So like I am walking in a mall in Victoria
A puffy, bejacketed boy and his friend walk past me, he fashions his fingers into a hand gun and shoots me in the head with a verbal bang as I pass. I spin and face him, he drops his gun and shoots out my knee. My head is filled with thoughts, imaginary bullets. Should I beat him up for the good of humanity? If you shoot someone in the head and they are still alive, it would be a better strategy to shoot them in the head again. I turn again and continue walk.
Hey its hailing.