It is 2 AM, thunder is painting the sky purple, its sound a fitting soundtrack to my plight.
I have suffered one of the worst fates ever suffered by man.
There is no point beating around the bush, there is no hot water and now I am cursed to wait, to wait until my time is due. Wait until I can shower.
Such a cruel and simple analogy to the Danse Macabre we all take part in.

So in order to pass the time I’ll watch a random YouTube video with the help of this site and document my impressions of it here.
Okay, let’s see the video.

Some guy putting a broom in those lockers I always see in movies taking place in the States.
I wonder, why can’t kids there carry all the stuff in a bag like we do here in Greece?
I guess it’s healthier for the back and all but still, what about studying at home?
Anyway, let’s move on with our protagonist, a teen, let’s call him Brad, he looks like a Brad.
He also looks like a young Theon Greyjoy from the GoT TV show.
Oh, it’s not a broom, it’s a hockey stick.
Brad opens the locker.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
WHAT THE FUCK! A disembodied head on the top shelf, WHAT THE FUCK SERIOUSLY!
Okey, get a grip Garret.
It is talking. I can’t make out what they are saying, the head is missing a tooth.
Probably lost it the same time he lost the rest of the body.
There seems to be a sort of master-slave relationship going on between Brad and the Head.
The Head asks him if he got something, an ingredient for some ghastly business I bet, Brad answers almost frozen in fear.
After confirming that Brad did get what was needed, the Head goes off in a laughing fit.
The empty hallway echoing with mad, insane shrieks of laughter,the Championship will be theirs…All theirs.
Madness… Horror… Death.
I can’t go on.

Epilogue

Thunder and lightning woke Garret up…
He was wearing a bathrobe, sitting on his desk…
That’s odd, he thought. Had he been drinking? No, not tonight.
Ah, he remembered, he was waiting for the water heater to do what it was supposed to.
But… what happened? He had no memory of the past hour. Only a vague sense of dread.
In the glow of the screen he could see his latest post, he read through it in shock.
It was as if he was reading it for the first time? Had he written it? Was this some kind of joke?
Who knows… weirder things have happened.
He got up and decided to go take that much delayed shower.

thE chAmPIoNsHiP wiLl bE oUrsS… aLL OUrS……

~Garret