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dark alley despair
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
I drop the knife and look around me.
"Where the hell am I ?"
There's a slight drizzle coming from the dark grey black sky. My clothes are soaked but not from the drizzle. It's a slight mist at best.
I'm alone in an alley. There's a blue dumpster against the back soggy brick wall with the letters BFI stamped on it. Someone had the humor to write Big Fucking Idiot in black spray paint under it. Somehow their inner Nostradamus knew I'd be here.
I'm in the city. I can tell from the distant city noises. Car horns beeping. people yelling.
It's dark out but not too late in the evening. I can hear buses and the muffled rumble of the subway beneath my feet. At least if I am still in Massachusetts, Bostons MBTA stops running around 2:A.M.
It's pitch black in the alley with the...
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
I drop the knife and look around me.
"Where the hell am I ?"
There's a slight drizzle coming from the dark grey black sky. My clothes are soaked but not from the drizzle. It's a slight mist at best.
I'm alone in an alley. There's a blue dumpster against the back soggy brick wall with the letters BFI stamped on it. Someone had the humor to write Big Fucking Idiot in black spray paint under it. Somehow their inner Nostradamus knew I'd be here.
I'm in the city. I can tell from the distant city noises. Car horns beeping. people yelling.
It's dark out but not too late in the evening. I can hear buses and the muffled rumble of the subway beneath my feet. At least if I am still in Massachusetts, Bostons MBTA stops running around 2:A.M.
It's pitch black in the alley with the...
