‘What the fuck do you want?’ Spittle forms on his cracked lips that hug his piss coloured teeth. ‘Are you gonna fucking tell me or you just gonna sit there like some little fucking disease?’

How narrow his eyes were to me I thought he could be of an Asian persuasion. I watched the rivers of skin form across his forehead and how they lay above two thick bushy grey brows that could not seem to sit still. Especially when I would grin my grin and give the fucker a wink just to mess with him. ’Don’t you fucking grin you shit. Did you just fucking wink at me?’ He looks to the side at the darkened glass then back at me. The door opens, some faggot who can’t even give himself a clean shave. I guess its time to play Answer The Same Questions With The Oh So Subtle Dignified Response Of A Fuck You.

A sharp pain fills the side of my face and all I can hear now is ringing and all I can see are two dogs behind a chain linked fence silently slathering their barks through the gaps. Barking at me! Me of all people!