Araman's Net User Note: The wires of a Heart Monitor machine placed on each temple, allows me to compose the preceeding text mentally.

Another cold wet day. The rain kept me thinking about the diamond ring incident – depressing me. Attempting to pull myself out of it, I came up with an idea to make myself laugh. Choosing a moderately empty rubbish bin (the metal basket-like kind that sits waist height upon a metal pole) – generally unused, I hopped in and waited for the odd passer by to discard anything on my head – acting as a silent cue to spring out of the bin, and bamboozle them.

It was uproarious until startling a 3 year old Asian child - bounding out of the bin in discomfort after having a strawberry thickshake hit me on the side of my face – to run progressively down my shoulder and lower back. The father, a rather solid man, instantly elbowed me in the face, threw me behind a car and hooked my Hessian shirt to the towbar of a Torago, which co-incidentally drove off almost instantly until I managed to unhook myself in the drive-thru of a Burger King.

Composed by Joel  at 7:23 pm