When things grew into necessary betrayal, people took aspirin. I ran. Everyone dream of running, I feel it too often and then I forget my legs, the little spirit inside me and pretend to be a slave, caged and beaten. There's a conscious forgetting which is needed, the other aspirin. But you **** the beer, throw cards, break the plates and kick the half empty bottles and you run..run through the streets, the crowd, the dingy lanes and you rest your head on the ground.