(FOUL LANGUAGE; NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES)
She laid before me, her body sprawled across the dirty sidewalk. Her dark shoulder-length hair covered her face, covered the growing bruise from my punch, covered her surprised eyes. Had I the ability to predict the future, I would have never hit her, I would have let her run her mouth till her throat ran dry and the sun exploded. It would’ve saved me the trouble that came with my actions. Though was I in the wrong for hitting her? She was harassing me, bothering me, annoying me, all for some petty reason. I suppose from a man’s view, hitting her was a rather unmanly thing to do. Men don’t hit women, pussies and cowards do. Of course I didn’t have a whole lot of time to think over my actions, cue the sounds of footsteps, I found myself being tackled from the side by her boyfriend. Is this karma?