There's apparently a mad guy-the politically correct terms I think would be deranged individual or mentally unstable individual- roaming around "Loafer's Lane", the quintessential road opposite college where everyone basically...loafs.
When K was telling us about it today she added that he slapped our friend S in the face yesterday, in front of the college gates. The concept of unholy mirth overtook me and I snorted only to realize that shit! This wasn't supposed to be funny!
But all throughout the harrowing story, my mouth was twitching....even during the part where she told us S started crying, poor thing. No really, poor thing....S is an extremely sweet person, she comes up to me everyday and gives me a BIG bear hug, and she's all of 4 feet :)
I often have these times when something very serious is being said, and I can't stop laughing...needless to say, no one shares in my humour. It's a bit uncomfortable actually!
Now,I'm torn between going down Loafer's and buying that essential bottle of Bournevita OR taking a bath, blaming it on the mad man and just staying in.
The choices of life I tell you.
