My Girls Can Be Very Creative

There are moments in your life, no matter how many you live when you wish you could have been anywhere but where you were. I was at one of those moments, as I closed my locker and tried to leave the blast radius, but it was too late. The only thing I had time to do was look over my shoulder to watch the man in the cheap white suit open his locker.

*Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop...ROAR*

The scene was devastating, the man knocked clear out of his shoes, which were now filing while very realistic puke and shit. I only got about three-second of viewing time before it hit me like a bag full of rocks. A smell that could knock a dog off a pile of shit wagon hit my nostrils with the force of a five-megaton nuke.