the bleeding: part 1
theres a small misconception when it comes to bleeding.... some people believe its blood poring from open skin, or when you spin around too fast and your nose just cant take it anymore... but, as i have discovered in resent escapades, bleeding is much more deep that just a painful experience.... or maybe it can be defined as a painful experience.....
two days ago i was riding home with some friends when a car drove past us in the four lane.... it was two couples, one in the front, the others in the back seats..... is i sat with my face smashed up against the window, i saw the boy in back seat slap the girl... and i dont mean a play around slap, i mean a pissed off slap.... i didnt react much, i just sat there and wondered how the girl must have felt when he hit her.... it made me sick on the inside.... my stomach turned in knots... like i was going to throw up.... after thinking about it for a second, i wished that i could have stopped him... i wished that i was the boy in the front seat..... so i could have turned around and grabbed his throat.
two days ago i was riding home with some friends when a car drove past us in the four lane.... it was two couples, one in the front, the others in the back seats..... is i sat with my face smashed up against the window, i saw the boy in back seat slap the girl... and i dont mean a play around slap, i mean a pissed off slap.... i didnt react much, i just sat there and wondered how the girl must have felt when he hit her.... it made me sick on the inside.... my stomach turned in knots... like i was going to throw up.... after thinking about it for a second, i wished that i could have stopped him... i wished that i was the boy in the front seat..... so i could have turned around and grabbed his throat.