IMAGINE BEING CONFRONTED AND ATTACKED BY THIS:
OR THIS:
Well.... Today, Marie and I got attacked by something that looked like that.
My words wont even be able to justify the amount of horror we faced.
We were walking back to the Friedrich Gray studio after our break and we saw this
M O R T I F Y I N G man. bald. tattoos. drunk. disgusting. dried bile around his mouth.
squinty eyes. maniac grin. should be locked up in a mental institution. did not look human.
We walked past him as he approached two girls & it looked like he groped them, but didn't
stop in case he approached us.
We went into the nearest convenience store so I could buy a drink, whilst looking at magazines,
I SAW HIM ENTER THE STORE BEHIND ME.. This.... THING was 2 metres BEHIND ME.
I ran up to Marie near the counter, but HE HAD US TRAPPED. There was NO WAY OUT.
We walked around the newspapers to the refrigerator... He followed us & stopped to ask the
lady behind the counter if she had $3 for a cup of tea. A CUP OF TEA!?!?
A . C U P . O F . T E A ! ? ! ? !
He did NOT need a cup of tea, he needed a fucking tranquilizer and a padded cell.
Then.... He turned on us. He shuffled or stumbled towards us with his psycho maniac grin
and Marie screamed. She pushed me out of the way and screamed "G O !" So we tried to run
but there were too many obstacles and shit in our way, I did N O T want him touching me,
let alone come within a 1 mile radius from me.
He knocked over a tower of mints to the floor as he slowly stalked towards us. I felt like I was
paralysed with fear. You know how things seem to happen in slow motion?
And it feels like you're going to die or get eaten alive like if you were in a horror movie or a
nightmare? And the smallest details of his face are embedded in my brain so I remember.
But we couldn't leave the store without looking in the newspaper for movie session
times (haha - what the fuck? what kind of a sacrifice is that?) so we ran around the
magazines once more & the owner of the store was yelling at him to leave. He finally did
so after what seemed like a zombie marathon.
Marie & I were shaking from S H O C K. We helped to pick up the mints off the floor
and left whilst constantly looking over our shoulders.
W H A T . A . F R E A K
Why are there so many freaks in the world? Just last week Marie & I were walking
back after our break and saw some random old dude carrying a WHOLE recliner
armchair on his shoulder down a busy foot path with people everywhere.
Like... WHAT ARE YOU DOING? It's like a massive pink elephant amongst a crowd
of people.
Shit, I'm going to have nightmares tonight.
O N . A N O T H E R . N O T E
If I ever have a chance to have a man accessory - like a dude who carries
my shopping bags, and holds my umbrella and drives me around, kind of like
a body guard but thinner and cooler (haha) this is the photo shoot that would
depict our interaction. She even demonstrates my EXACT mannerisms. haha
- fuckyeahmodels.tumblr
