An Urban Incident

As I walked home from work today, a drunken guy stopped me.

He was trying to ask me to go into an off licence for him, where'd he'd obviously been refused, in an attempt to stall him I kept repeating, 'I'm sorry what are you saying.'

His arm slid around my shoulder, his hazy eyes met mine, 'Do you want this bottle in your face? Then you'd better go in there.'

At this threat another arm slid around his and began to pull him away, it was his friend, slightly less inebriated begging him for calm.

I simply carried on walking, putting my headphones back in. I'd realised the entire time I hadn't been afraid, I'd been troubled more about being stopped. But I should have been, that small glass bottle he'd held so close to my face could have been within seconds of breaking apart over my head or slicing through my face, permanently leaving me scarred. But I didn't think of that until long after.

It was just a typical incident of Our Urban Life.

I'm hiding in the bedroom to write this, my fiance's friend is over and I've been banished. They just got back from a trip to LA, had a brilliant time apparently, being home just isn't the same. She was looking at student placements in LA today, wonder what that was about.

Anyway, not sure why I'm writing about that. Hope you enjoyed the story, write again soon.

Dylan.