11.22.2006 (Wednesday), 06:31 AM

20th 19th Nervous Breakdown...

...neurosurgeons scream for more...

...I rose up off the moist, grimy ground and hit him squarely in the stomach. He recoiled and doubled over, grunting in pain, sucking in wads of air trying to catch his breath. Rather than contnue this ridiculous scene, I started to run. It was starting to rain and that just added to the misery. The wind whipping my somewhat torn clothes back and forth, stinging my eyes causing me to wobble slightly as I picked up speed.

I could hear him start to recover as he started shouting. Glancing back, he was definitely running after me. So I tried to run faster. The train station was three blocks away and I hoped that I would be able to make it to the platform in time to jump a train and get away.

The rain was really starting to come down and it, combined with dirt and sweat, was starting to sting the scrapes on my arms and face. I saw the engine of the next train enter the station as I was about a block away. Apparently, my stomach punch only made him angrier or maybe just faster...he seemed to be gaining.

I hit the station just as the last few people already on the platform were getting on the train. Rather than pick the first open door, I ran down the length of the train and picked a random door hoping to confuse my assailant. I felt the train doors slide shut right behind me. Looking back though the window, I could see him looking frantically for me but now the train was moving away from him....

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