Down Like A Bag of Shit

Leaving work late, 4.45pm, there was a guy smoking a cigarette on the street, as I walked out. He was just relaxing into the deep inhales, enjoying each puff. As I passed him, and headed up Collins Street, what looked like his boyfriend came rushing down the Collins Street hill, seemingly very excited to see his boyfriend at the end of the day. As he got close to his guy, he jumped at his boyfriends back seemingly attempting a surprise hug, but it had been raining ☔️ all afternoon and his foot slipped on the wet pavement and they both went down with that sickening thick thud of flesh hitting something hard. Bang! Down on the ground like two sacks of proverbial potatoes. 

That’s got to hurt, I thought. 

That probably scared the shit out of his boyfriend, was my next thought. 

They could have both been really hurt. I chuckled just a bit. Can you imagine, just standing there enjoying a cigarette on your own and out of nowhere... BAM! 

Yeah, thanks honey.