Fri, 30 Dec 2005:
Jan 2002, college main block, post lunch :
A bike screams up the hill at around 90 kmph, canons into a group of three girls and drags one out for 20-odd metres.
A short gurgling scream, shocked silence. All hell breaks loose. Can't sleep for three days, can't close my eyes.
All over again - yesterday night. I thought I had forgotten - I had, I *have*.
This world has a lot fewer terrors - if you could forget ...
--I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. *I* TURN UP ONLY ONCE.
-- Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay