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I was leaving a summertime festival, walking down a street amongst a crowd. In the crowd I ran into a person from my past. Someone I went to school with that shall be referred to as Bubba. Bubba was a older, larger vulgar brute. He got into many fights and caused much trouble to say the least. He however had a friendliness towards me. If someone gave me shit heapos;d be all "Nah lay off, Liamapos;s cool".
He was of similar mindset upon meeting him again here, but for some reason just as a one off friendly spar, he wanted to fight me. If I was to cop a blow from Bubba I would be flattened and hospitalized I declined but Bubba persisted. So I darted onwards through the crowd with my small group of friends. Came to the car and i hurried everyone into it to get away before Bubba caught up.
I drove off along the narrow one way street back the other way. The crowd was spilling out onto the street and I had to really push on through them to get away, incase i was spotted.
We all went to town after the festival and I next found myself in a brightly lit white bar, small and with a large curved window on the street side.
I told the others that itapos;s probably not a good idea that we were in such a place as if Bubba were to walk past, I would be seen and could get myself into trouble again. However, in the brightness of the bar it felt like somewhat of a safe zone, so we remained.
Soon a fight broke out in the next room, further in from the street. I didnapos;t see the fight itself but there was people rushing over to see what was happening. It erupted furthermore in that room and eventually, when the chaos resided a bit, I went to have a look around the corner at the aftermath.
What I was faced with was the most gruesome scene imaginable. There was but one person remaining in the warzone. This was the sorry victim of the horror. He sat squatting down, head lowered, in the middle of the room. Swaying gently back and forth, traumatized to an extent surely beyond anything I could comprehend. He wore full body hooded overalls in a light brown colour that formed a straight jacket at the arms. Covering his face was a high tech looking gas mask type thing with a red visor on the eyes. As if stained by the visions of gore that had just unfolded. Arcing out from behind the man, staining the beige carpet, was trails of splashed blood interlaced with deep red chunks of internal organs. Coming out of the back of the man, not on the floor but hanging across the room like power lines, and resembling twisted gore formed angel wings were bloody dripping entrails.
Paramedics had started to descend on the scene. But not regular paramedics. These were wearing high tech biohazard suits, as was understandably needed for a scene of such extreme trauma.

I was driving east down Grenfell Steet, away from the slaughter. My friend Luke was in the passenger seat, others were in the back. Out of the blue, he pushed me out the car door. I was fine, but what the fuck I stood up and watched a crash-landing style parking attempt as control of the car was fought for by Luke from the passenger side of the car. Apparently it was all done just for fun... I was outraged

I was at Enigma bar and it was getting rather late. My car was now parked by Hindmarsh Square. Bit of a walk to get over to it and I didnapos;t fancy going there alone in the dark, dangerous streets of the night. I ran into a friend of mine Leo, and his wife Lisa. They were just about leaving and I asked for a ride. Leo was happy to drop me home. I said just to my car was fine. We werenapos;t leaving immediately and I started talking to a girl sitting on a couch i know as a bartender from another favourite pub of mine.

I next was in Citi Centre Arcade near Hindmarsh Square, socializing late in the night. I was there for some time when I noticed a girl I know had borrowed my phone to send messages (apparently she had ran out of credit). I grabbed it back off her and realized that Leo had been trying to contact me for my ride home. He most surely would have left by now. However I was much closer to my car now, so no big deal Iapos;ll walk the short distance. I went to leave and Steph was outside sitting by herself crying. I went over to console her and inform her I was leaving. She told me how she was somewhat stranded, and being upset as she was she shouldnapos;t be left alone. I told her she could come back with me, and also she could show me some online videos she wanted me to see regarding a apos;religiousapos; group she just became part of that had groundbreaking new ideas about the meaning of life, the universe and everything.
We went around to say goodbye to whoever we knew that was remaining there. Saw Adam, Annie and Jarred (who had just rocked up in town for the morning, all dressed in a business suit and apparently going to buy comics). Told the all of the story of Luke pushing me out the car while i was driving earlier.
So me and Steph walk out and along the paved side of the square there were couples lying next to each other. On the grassy area to our left was pairs of kickboxers practicing their sparring.
Walking across Grenfell Street I had trouble seeing my car. Shit Luke didnapos;t lock the doors and someone has stolen it I thought My first thoughts were damn Iapos;ve lost 2 cd wallets of music
However, the car hadnapos;t been stolen, it was there where it had been left, but was hidden behind a van. I walk up closer and shit thereapos;s someone sitting in the drivers seat It was Leeroy, the singer from local band Double Dragon, who had now taken on the role of Bubba. The one that wanted to fight me from earlier.
I kept walking, quickening my pace. I donapos;t think I was noticed. I reassured Steph that itapos;d be fine, just a minor setback. We walked right around the square as I saw Leeroy now practicing fly kicks on the footpath (like in the video game Double Dragon). I headed into the police station to report the incident.
Inside it was much smaller than I had imagined. Just one small room with surveillance equipment. Others were in there trying to get assistance also. Obviously an eventful night for all. The few officers in there werenapos;t assisting too much as they were preoccupied with their equipment. Jarred, Adam and Annie walked in also, they had come in to find out what the deal was with the small helicopters that suddenly had appeared all over town. I looked out the window to see one at the intersection. It hovered around like a dragonfly. Coming close to the ground, darting around and surveying the surroundings.

I went around to visit my parents and by my car that was parked at the end of the road sideways. I spoke to my mum who stood to my right, towards the house. I spoke to her about all the shit Iapos;d been through the previous night, the damage to my car from Lukeapos;s stunt and all that.
My dad then is reversing his vehicle. And for a bit of background, my dad had joined a new cult/religion that believe there is more to matter than meets the eye. Details uncertain, but thereapos;s vast worlds of space and time residing in the simplest of things. For example i stared down onto a keyboard and between the keys there was great depth and a vast star field could be seen. One could fall into it and never hit the ground. It seems the cult was about shaking off the laws of physics and such that could be somewhat unbound from reality. My dad was trying to get me into the cult, i refused and challenged him to give me one example of any scientific evidence that can back itapos;s claims. He couldnapos;t come up with one.
Anyway, so the effects of the cult were impairing his judgment and perception of reality. And he backed his vehicle into the side of my car, denting it severely. After that it was just about all too much and I nearly broke into tears
Dad came out and apologized, saying heapos;d pay for all the repairs. Apparently being a senior member of the cult was financially rewarding. Dad then got on my car roof and was preaching to me about the cult. I snapped at him and told him how disgusted I was by religious or otherwise fundamentalists that preach their bullshit and force it on others as it really isnapos;t what the listener is interested in hearing, and if the ideas had such great credibility a they supposedly had, then they wouldnapos;t need to be jammed down the throats of others.
Dad got angry at me and took a step forwards. I lashed back and got him on a back foot. Saying something like all the unscientifically founded bullshit was pointless in real terms because it was damaging to what should stand up in importance above all, ie family relations as mum and the rest of us were not followers of the cult.

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