First off if I ever say anything to any of my friends that is malicious and hateful in and way. Pay me no mind! It was probably a bad day.

I probably had a really bad dream.

Like last night.

We took two cars to the grocery store. All my friends and I fit in two, not necessarily big, cars. Meagan was in my car – she was working at a Jo-Anns near the store. The rest of the Peanut Gang, was split within my vehicle and Jeremy’s. Parking – Meagan left for work the rest of the troop happily entered a Jewel. A very nice Jewel. A Goodings type Jewel. (For those who don’t know what Jewel or Gooding is refer to the first line of this paragraph.) We were all fucking around mind you. There were people I do know and some people I’ve yet to meet. E & C were in Jeremy’s car – I had mostly all the girls he had mostly all the boys…. We were all just fucking around. Some of us wanted apple juice. So we head towards this all natural juice of the most famous biblical fruit. I grabbed a little glass bottle for myself. Opened it sipping with one hand - cap in the other - *blur* - C runs past me and steals the cap. NOW I CAN’T CLOSE THE BOTTLE… it was more like a vile mind you…. Ha~! Ha~! Ha~! Everyone sees. Everyone laughs. Mark: Pick who’s side your going to be on. Ready: C laughs as I act like I’m *so* mad. GO! He jets – his team follows. Of course I have to give them a running… GO GET THEM~! These children over the age of 20 are off and running around this place. To cut to the chase I found C in the back room (still holding the cap) fort’d by Jeremy, Anthony, Adam, and some people I didn’t know…. It was the funniest site I’ve ever seen in my dreams ever. C in the middle, protected by these huge guys. *He’s so little* I climb this mountain of men and pour the rest of my apple juice all over C’s head. Climbing off they all come towards me.
“We have to get her.”
“Yah- let’s get her.”
“Come on.” – “Come on.”
I continue to confidently meander out – turning around I give heed. “He got what was coming to him – you don’t want to mess with me. I believe in revenge and I will get it.”

I walk out.

Everyone is having a good laugh. Up from behind me comes a very square fellow, someone I went to elementary school with actually. Stepping to my front he takes the two eggs in his hand and smears them all over my hat and my head. Within a second I flip the hat and smear it all over his head. Now this very much larger person is really mad at me… He kicks me. I kick back. I comment, “So you can do it me but I can’t do it to you?” EVERYONE IS STARING. No one stops gawking for two seconds to calm the neanderthal. He kicks again. I kick back again. I repeat myself. His face is flushed, very. He proceeds to beat me. I fight back. I’m bleeding – I remember blood. Somehow I knock him out. He’s cold on the floor. I step to C and whisper. “What nice friends you have,” I head towards the door. I can feel it. EVERYONE is mad at ME~! This guy was at least TWICE MY SIZE. The entire group was following me out the door. I decided to take a different route – they got to the exit before I. I watched the procession leave. They saw me staring. As I left I started to the Jo-Anns fabrics *hoping* one person might agree and be on my side… All I wanted to do was run back to C and apologize profusely. I don’t. THE ONLY THING I WANT TO DO IS RUN AND APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE.

I don’t.

I continue walking...