As I pretend not to see behind me in the dark alley of the present yet another birthday sprinting quietly. It has that peculiar gait of someone grasping something unwieldy and burdensome.
"In the face or the back of the head?" I ask myself.
I calmly turn towards my silent assailant.
"HEY FUCKER, WHAT THE FUCK?!" I think in my head.
Oh yah my birthday is Monday.