I hate fucking obliviots. There is a fucking world beyond the iPod.

Black eye, scraped face, shredded pinky, wrenched back and a concussion. The arsehole who did it to me, remains blissfully unaware of his handiwork, insulated in his noise cancelled world of "shuffle and play".

And me face down in the dirt, because he decides to make a sudden turn across my bow and I stupidly dodged.

I was probably in pain either way. Next time I'm fucking sharing it.