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Well, I'm alive and awake. Morphine is a good thing. So if I'm incoherent blame drugs.
I got one thing to say about the fight (aside from apologizing to the librarians and those who had to deal with the aftermath.) Kaity Vegas was right about it. Now, I ain't saying there's not a lot of blame to throw around, and I could argue a few points - for instance, we've ALL been antagonizing each other, me and Bob and the other goats. And I haven't been messing with Bob for years - I only just met the guy a few months ago. And I've told him multiple times that if he didn't mess with me, I wouldn't mess with him. But those are minor points.
The thing is, I shouldn't have been fighting with him. I had this moment of clarity, shortly before he grabbed me by the horns and beat me to a pulp, that I could've killed the guy by throwing him through the window. Not the Bridge Troll - BOB. Bob Trowbridge, who's just this guy that I hardly know. And what the hell for? Being mean to some kids? Past life transgressions? Destiny? It's so easy for me to define myself solely by my Tale. Maybe that's a big flaw, maybe it's because I remembered so much so early. But it sure as hell ain't an excuse for what happened. I was really horrified for the few seconds I was still conscious.
In other news, punctured lungs feel like drowning. Which is my second least favorite way to die, topped only by burning to death. Well, plague is bad too. Murder's actually not in the top ten, now that I think about it ...
George, if you come by I can give you a check for the window.
I got one thing to say about the fight (aside from apologizing to the librarians and those who had to deal with the aftermath.) Kaity Vegas was right about it. Now, I ain't saying there's not a lot of blame to throw around, and I could argue a few points - for instance, we've ALL been antagonizing each other, me and Bob and the other goats. And I haven't been messing with Bob for years - I only just met the guy a few months ago. And I've told him multiple times that if he didn't mess with me, I wouldn't mess with him. But those are minor points.
The thing is, I shouldn't have been fighting with him. I had this moment of clarity, shortly before he grabbed me by the horns and beat me to a pulp, that I could've killed the guy by throwing him through the window. Not the Bridge Troll - BOB. Bob Trowbridge, who's just this guy that I hardly know. And what the hell for? Being mean to some kids? Past life transgressions? Destiny? It's so easy for me to define myself solely by my Tale. Maybe that's a big flaw, maybe it's because I remembered so much so early. But it sure as hell ain't an excuse for what happened. I was really horrified for the few seconds I was still conscious.
In other news, punctured lungs feel like drowning. Which is my second least favorite way to die, topped only by burning to death. Well, plague is bad too. Murder's actually not in the top ten, now that I think about it ...
George, if you come by I can give you a check for the window.