Quite aside from my frustrations with government both local and national, my growing despair at the ever increasing intrusion into my privacy by official bodies, there are more genuine concerns that affect me on a daily basis, such as which **** left broken glass strewn across the road and caused me to walk home carrying my bike last night.
Seriously, I try to remain reasonable and rational, I try to avoid the vicious overreactions that I am so very capable of, yet I still find myself fervently hoping that the selfish little fucker responsible is currently writhing in agony having been dragged under a truck, set on fire, and stabbed with wooden stakes dipped in shit.
I know that sounds harsh, but it really isn’t difficult to behave like a normal human being and not wander around sowing the earth with broken glass like some sort of bastard. Yes, it was only a puncture, and yes, it only delayed me for forty minutes or so, but that’s not the point is it? I spent another thirty changing the inner-tube, removing glass from my wheel and patching the whole mess in case I need the old inner-tube the next time some shit-stain decides that what they want to do with their time is make the world a little bit more unpleasant for everyone else
I know you’re supposed to smile through adversity, take the rough with the smooth and all that, and usually I do, but right now I’d like to track down whomever it was and feed them every piece of broken bottle that cost me time, effort and money. Then we’ll see how much fun smashing things is.
The inner-tube, in slovak, is called a “soul”.
…so I punctured my soul? Oh god, that doesn’t sound good at all :p