mrginger

I woke up from a sad dream today. From inside a house, I could see children playing outside. Their playful noise turned angry. I turned my attention towards the window to see a group of children beating another. The beaten child at first tried to defend himself, but then seemed to loose the ability. As the poor kid layed on the ground the rest of the shits stopped beating him, save one. Obviously the ring leader from the start, this child continued to kick the hurt one. The rest of the children stood around in shock, seeming unaware of what they'd done, and useless to stop a potential maiming of one child by another. I realized my presence and decided to use it. I went out to protect the broken boy. Shouting, yelling, I backed all the children away and kneeled to try to help this bloody heap of a boy. That damned kid, the little beast, tried to kick him again. I yelled at him, " Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?! What you're doing is not fucking right! Where are your parents?" At that point a woman came out of a nearby house. She was thin and unkept. A shaggy blond mullet teatered on her smallish head over beady coke bottles glasses covered eyes and her snaggletoothed mouth. Taking a swing at me, she exclaimed in an alcoholic waver, "Don'chu talk ta mah son that way!" I caught her scrawny fist. " This is wrong", I told her. She pulled her arm away, and blinked. Then I woke up. That dream sucked.