We’ve got history, my right foot and I. What you might call previous. GBH, ABH, assault with intent. It’s not pretty. Mostly it’s black, purple and a sort of greenish colour.
A few months ago, I was trying on some new clothes in the bedroom, and there was a discarded pair of jeans on the floor that I kept tripping over. My own stupid fault; my balance isn’t great so I should really have picked them up, but I didn’t. After one trip too many, I lost my temper and lashed out with my right foot, intending to kick them across the floor. Continue reading
