Got all stressed when I got up here earlier and thought I would have calmed down by now, but I haven't!!! Couldn't stop thinking about the smelly peasant. So I went out again to try and find her. Life's too cool!! She was standing by her "favourite" tree smoking a cigarette she had aquired from the ground, standing there under the moonlight, with an extra mud stained jumper on, speaking to herself. Most people ignore her, but other encourage her ravings, as the "mad woman", as many have named her, continued to read a book of the Princess' Bride. "Princess Buttercup" , she called herself as I approached, gazed over at me crossing her arms. She starting gobbling some incoherent mock language at me, made up nonsense syllables that actually did sound a bit like a foreign heathen tongue. Amazing for a homeless nutter!!!
Well, having just got back from a verbal abuse earlier, I wanted revenge. I walked closer and she continued to talk crap at me, her arms still crossed over her chest, looking very grim, and boldly announced to me that she was "Princess Buttercup!" I turned my hand into a gun and announced that I was "A sniper!" and then I shot her and she turned and fell down onto the ground in a heap!!! Mad, crazy bitch!!! I thought to myself... My sister screamed at me from the apartment window to "stop picking on the poor helpless woman," as she called her. Not so helpless a couple of hours ago, was she????? Anyway, my attention turned back to Princess Buttercup, who had recovered from her imaginary bullet wound. She stared at me, I stared at her down my imaginary scope and fired..... I shot her again and she spun round on her left heel, collapsing once again on the floor. My sister stared at me in disgust as she appeared from nowhere and ran to help the "poor helpless woman."
"What do you call this?" she pointed down at her, refusing to touch any part of her blackened clothes. "Good shooting!" I smiled, turning my back and returning home...
