I am too proud of myself to admit that I owe the beggar a favor. He must be drunk on depression for losing his job, complaining about the cruel medical world, forcibly telling me that he is a doctor with great rights and was respected. But because of not following the new rules set from the higher ups, had they cancel his medical license. On complaining he did that it was right to save lives and had perfected many techniques to treat victims of sickly ailments, written many medical literature and created the standard protocols to treat odd wounds, and was he, a pioneer of the trades. I may be a lonely rich man but the intelligent doctor didn't realize his zipper is undone.
"Go, and be on your way. You have a new future." he made. The man went quiet in a jiffy. Oh have he drop down in an instant to sit on the floor crossing the feet. Probably snoozing with a booze in the hand. I have enough interaction with the geezer. This outcast of society. So I left without thanks. Pity me not.
Who knew that the park was nearby coming from an elevated corner, hidden from a family of trees and wildly grown plants. Entering the boxing ring where I was defeated leaves a bad review on my end. Truly was me hoping that the teenagers won't show up this late in the night. The park is in the city. There are lights everywhere with a few shady places. Fortunate that I will sue these kids. And I will use the CCTV footage as my witness. Good, more money in my pockets.
Boy I spoke too soon. The baseball club arrives pampering a kid that I didn't see before with the group. "That's him. The one who stole my bike and made me cry." pointing his index finger at me.
"Well guys, the OG needs to be beaten up again." The baseball team brought out their bats. A dozen of them. More than I imagine from our last encounter.
"Oh rats!" My day just got worse. I didn't recognize the fourth grader. I ran for my life being chase by the barbaric baseball team fighting for a righteous call. Bull dung!
It took me hours finding a place to hide in the city. And somehow I was always found out. They were using their gadgets. Texting on their phones countless times and spreading out to cover more grounds. Damn you, you new-age social society! Every places I could think of, it was litter with the members of the baseball team from other schools helping them. My only option would be to sleep with the out cast for the night until those yuppies goes back to school the next morning. It is back to the doctor's tent with an apology note.
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The road I took was chaotic on its own. Women believes I was molesting them. A trunk of mischievous labels people would pin on a person to save their own faces in public. I was more than a victim without bringing up the victim mentality.
Arriving at the odd blue tent of tarps and plastics was indeed rewarding. For once, I feel peace in the atmosphere somewhere in the middle of the city. I ask politely but there was no response. Continue multiple times for a grant of access but the man never responded. I assume he was asleep.
It really did pisses me off. An apology. A sincerely apology to the upmost that was not heard. I am tired of faking sincerity like so many people. So I deliberately enter the tarp door asking the man for help but found that the geezer is dead. He was dead alright. Have I spent my earlier time with a ghost. In the made bed was a rotten corpse. It scare me so much that I fallen down, scurrying backwards to the trees and wild plants panicking. It was my first time seeing real death. I left the scene calming myself.
My breath is very warm from the cold night. I couldn't call the police or I will have a play in this. I am a lonely rich man. We leave people along and mind our own business. Walking along the streets, the lights on the cars passes by my eyes. It did made me wonder about many things I would never mention out loud. It is better to forget the horrific event and focus on what matters most. Suing those darn kids should be priority number one. Again have I spoke too soon.
"There he is!" a group of kids shouted.
"Oh rats!" I ran for my life once more. This time, taking a detour to cross the street on the narrow pass way. Heading up the stair was exhausting. Don't go judging me.
You may say that I am rude. But when running for your life, I will get the last laugh. That is indeed what I did pushing away marry couples and singles on the narrow bridge raising my voice asking them to move. It was lucky for me until meeting a college girl who failed her entrance exam, sightly crying, looking like she was about to commit suicide directly in the middle of the pass way.
To the right from her were some setups. The space between was oddly unfit.
"Get out of the way!" I yelled to get her attention.
My face scare her more than it helps me causing her to retaliate once we were in contact fighting back and not letting me through, knocking away my footing to become unbalance. I proceeded to fall over the pass way and the only thing I could think of grabbing in those seconds was the girl's arm which it is in reach. Of course, the hand slip from the bar and the outer cement broke away too as attempted to grip. The disoriented college girl and I fell off the pass way shock onlookers who are aware of the disastrous episode.
A truck hit me. Rolling away from the fore windows until landing onto the concrete floor. The girl was less unfortunate. She was hit by the truck but fell under the tire severing her head from another car from behind. Blood scatters everywhere from a over-the-top action scene. The barbaric teenagers disappear from public eyes.
I am out cold.