When it happened i had this flashback to this moment when you and me went to the gym. I never understood the physicality of the body. My body was always just there, plain and simple, not as on object of improvement. You seemed to feel aroused by the machine like movement of your body in that gym. I felt a victim to useless machine induced contractions. Ans then i saw that big guy with the t-shirt saying 'Pain is weakness leaving the body'. That made me realize that i was in another league then you. I always felt weak beside you even though i thought violence was a lack of manners. Today the history of violence began. There was this car driver giving another driver the finger that was so friendly to stop for me so that i could cross the street. Something happened to me. I was on my way to my father and was in need of friendly people. This finger just made me go bezerk. Then it all went blank. I kicked his car and when the man came out the history of violence began as my body become an instrument of pain leaving my body and entering his.
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