The left side of my face pressed against the cold gravel. The foot on the opposite side of my face would push down harder every so often when my assailant wanted to emphasize a particular point he was making as he ranted on.

I’m not sure why I was chosen for this attack. I didn’t know this person. Well, at least I don’t think I did. I never saw his face, he just pushed me down from behind and placed his foot down upon my face. I didn’t recognize his voice, nor what I could spy from right eye of the bottom of his sneaker.

I’m not really sure what he was raving about, something about Steve Jobs and his Haustorium. I don’t know. To be honest, I wasn’t really paying attention. All I kept thinking about was how great of a blog entry this will be.