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I was at Shaw House, in front of Les Amis, waiting for my dad to pick me up, when three rambunctious caucasian teenagers walked past me blithedly, with skateboards in tow. The path was elevated, a good two feet or so above the road where cars drive by and turn into the car park entrance. Using the height as a makeshift skateboarding rink, they started practising their jumps, learning to be equipoise when contact is made with the ground. All this time, cars went to and fro. Exhibiting a smidgen of common sense, (overall, I would say they are moronic for doing their jumps there), one of them stood in front of the car park entrance with smirking equanimity, raising his arm to stop the cars from plowing right through them.
Part of me was thinking how wonderful it would be if one of them should lose his balance and fall onto the ground and his friend unable to impede an oncoming SUV. He would lie prostrate to the SUV that runs right over his head, his skull crushed and the insides splattered onto his friends as well as the vehicle itself. I can imagine screams of horror reverberating through the area around. I wouldn't be surprised if his friends ran off and eschewing all that had happened. As a final touch to this gothic scene, I would be laughing at his downfall.
Part of me was envious of the freedom that they had. The foolhardiness to engage in such activities, knowing that the people around them are probably too cautious, too fearful to do anything to them. And so they could go on in their wayward, recalcitrant ways, mocking all those that glared at them.
Part of me was thinking how wonderful it would be if one of them should lose his balance and fall onto the ground and his friend unable to impede an oncoming SUV. He would lie prostrate to the SUV that runs right over his head, his skull crushed and the insides splattered onto his friends as well as the vehicle itself. I can imagine screams of horror reverberating through the area around. I wouldn't be surprised if his friends ran off and eschewing all that had happened. As a final touch to this gothic scene, I would be laughing at his downfall.
Part of me was envious of the freedom that they had. The foolhardiness to engage in such activities, knowing that the people around them are probably too cautious, too fearful to do anything to them. And so they could go on in their wayward, recalcitrant ways, mocking all those that glared at them.