I was on too many fucking drug to put up with this bullshit hipster girl with a balloon full of who the fuck even knows. Fuck that. I knew that I was signing up for a quirky-ass time but I didn't realize that that meant chasing someone through alleys full of rapists and foreigners and then what. My prize would probably be equally quirky, like ten gallons of Sunny D or an Altoid tin full of minty condoms. At this point I didn't care about the prize. I just wanted the game to end.
I'd been dragged into this by a friend-of-a-friend. The premise was intriguing, I told him. How could i try it out? and the next thing
BAM
and then I dropped some acid but maybe he's already given me some
thing and I could hardly keep my breath in my body and everything hurt and I felt like maybe my arms and legs were made of fire or water and I was chasing after some poor fuck on just as much shit except carrying a balloon full of FABULOUS PRIZES.
It's a race where the real winner is any one of the drunk assholes who pay to watch, because they get some mindless entertainment while I'm just getting tetanus.
And I hope that whatever
is wearing off because I can hardly keep my lungs in my body while I run
but I can't not run
because this is a metaphor for my life and not running means forfeiting and I'm sure as hell not forfeiting the shit in that green balloon
or the pretty girl done up in turquoise blue like the ocean running away as fast