The Sorcerer's World

it was late one night, many many moons ago. i was drunk and was hanging around some girls i had met, outside the pizza place in town on a busy friday binge fest. i was standing next to the cash machine. how apt a place for power to strike. up the street a stranger had come arunning. from behind he grabbed me and stuffed something forcefully in to my mouth. his movements were swift as if he had practiced doing that same manuver to unsuspecting citizens. i did not havd a chance to do anything! the swift stranger did not stop, and i was left with just the question in mind, why me? oh, and i was left with an unidentifiable substance in my gob, lol. it felt like some kind of already chewed bread or doe, i dont know. must have impressed the hell out of the girls i was with, right?

If i was an average person i could be forgiven for thinking this i was just in the wrong place, wrong time. this guy must have been some kind of cunt, what did i do to him? i know the answer is nothing. i saw his face for the first time as he wandered of peacefuly after the attack. but i am not an average person and i cannot be fooled by the face value of circumstances.

As it turns out, my strange friends, the question ringing in my ears was the answer! to which the question itself, has no answer. why me? do i need to tell you about my victim from long ago? do i need to say how me and my victim are one, we were two people until the day we became one. i know that my victim said in his head, just like me, why me?