The shiner
So... I'm coming home from a long day at school, it's 9pm and I'm about to get off the bus in my quiet neighborhood of Monteverde in Rome... When all of a sudden, as I'm flipping through songs on my ipod, I feel my bag being rustled on my shoulder. I look down and see someone's hand in it - obviously aiming for my wallet. In a time span of 10 seconds, I shove him off me as the bus doors opened, and he in turn slugs me on my right cheek. He ran off the bus as I was getting over the initial painful shock and I became surrounded by elderly people on the bus asking if I'm ok.
Soooo.... that's the story of the shiner from Rome. It's a pretty one, nice shides of purple and red.
Soooo.... that's the story of the shiner from Rome. It's a pretty one, nice shides of purple and red.