My legs are tired and I'm probably hyperventilating. My lungs are toast, but I can't stop now. Fuck! I don't want to go back to jail! I hear the sirens behind me, the cops are shouting. My backpack is way to heavy to be running with it, why did I pack all of my goddamn lab?
Shit, is that a fence?
This alley is a dead-end! Well fuck it, gotta climb! My feet are hurting so much, but I jump on the metal fence. The yelling behind me is getting worse, I need to go faster! I pass the top at the same time as the cops turn in the alleyway and see me. Shit!
I jump down.
Is it me or this fence wasn't that high? I mean yes, I have terrible knees, but I should be on the floor, right?-
Shit - What the - Jesus Christ!
My ankle went the wrong way, goddamn it...
Wait.
Where the actual fuck am I?
YOU ARE READING
A dealer in the backrooms
HumorJust a dealer in the backrooms. I know nothing about weed and meth and stuff like that but I tried, ig? -Not a real story -Commission for @Paxouli -So yeah I dunno why I wrote that
