Thursday, 30 August 2012

The Run.


As I was running through the backstreets of Las Vegas I was the epitome of free. The moon that I so much adore was as full as full can be, Bob Marley was playing through my headphones, and I was so blissful as I pushed my body to its limit. On the contrary I ran passed a crime scene. There was a man sitting on the curb of the road with his hands handcuffed behind his back. There were many police cars, police officers, ambulances, and paramedics. Madness.    

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