You scream. And scream.
And SCREAM UNTIL YOUR EARS FEEL BLOODY FROM IT ALL. Three more uniformed cops run out from the
station. Some skateboarding teens on the
sidewalk stop and give you freaky looks from between their denim jackets and
plaid hats. All the neighborhood birds
decide to migrate to Tahiti for a looong vacation. And you keep screaming. You scream for so long it feels like your
head is going to explode. Your jaw aches
and your Adam’s apple is into your nose but you just keep going. You’re about to stop when one of the officers
runs out with a double-barreled tranquilizer gun and fires it straight into
your left tricep. And your left
calf. And your right buttock. You briefly wonder what genius thought up
something as ineffective as a tranquilizer shotgun, then black out.