pent-up stress

i was on my way home one day when i came upon a snatcher runnin' away from his crime scene or sumthin'. he had this stupid grin on his face, telling me that this guy was pleased with what he hath done.

there was hardly a crowd at all, so he was running fast. but he kept lookin' behind him, trying to see if anybody's tailing him.

all of a sudden...WHAM! lights out. never has he seen so many stars in his life. he was out cold for like, two minutes or sumthin'. it was a wide ass electrical post. and quite solid too.

two minutes.

time enough for the bystanders and the passersby to take a look at sleeping beauty.

then he opened dreamy eyes. just when he was about to speak, the lady he was trying to escape from arrived, yelling that the clumsy oaf stole her cellphone.

then she kicked him right in the nuts! he howled in a very high tone, like he was soprano or sumthin'. the the poor guy got struck in the nose by the same guy who helped him up.

next thing i know, the crowd was all over him. left and right, he got the beating he so richly deserved. they clouted the bejesus out of the guy. it's like he got dirt on everybody.

i just stood there. aghast. then a voice from behind me kept hollering that they oughtta kill the bonehead. i was like.."wtf? easy now, you're doing way too many drugs, man.." then i left. baffled by what i just saw. i pondered.

it dawned on me after a while. most people have so much pent-up stress and hate, just waiting to be released. the crowd must've found a good chance. somehow, knocking him silly must have helped them a bit. they found an outlet for their anger. i've never seen so much aggression in my entire life. it's like he got beef with everyone in the crowd. they sure beat the crap out of him. old fart's gonna be counting teeth on the floor after that.

poor guy must've been an angel in disguise.
the fight's gone out of him fer sure.

angel or not, i shoulda given him some of my stress too...