The whole scenario was surreal. I was fascinated by death and thought I wanted to kill someone. My opportunity was there his neck was in my arm. It would have been so easy to keep squeezing and squeezing until the life was drained from that shitty excuse for a human being. Would anyone care or be bothered if that cunt never stole another breath of our precious air. My mind was all jumble and I was scared. The night was passing by and the sun was coming up. An obnoxious sound came from the alarm clock upstairs in my bedroom angrily I went up and turned it off. What gives that little fucking box the right to be so irritating? Fucking beep beep beep. 

"Give me a fucking break!"

I didn't mean to shout the words but I did. Apparently, I was very loud. My neighbour felt the need to bang on my wall and shout the time and day at me.

"It's six in the fucking morning on a Sunday keep it fucking down. If I have to come around there and shut you up I will."

"Fuck you."

I didn't mean to shout back but I wasn't feeling myself. I might have constant thoughts of violence but I have only ever had a few fights. The fights hadn't been bad I won some and lost some but never my fault. This was starting to look like a time when it might be. My alarm clock now silenced along with my neighbour I was feeling calmer. I went to the kitchen and fixed some breakfast. Just as I was adding milk to my serial there was a knock on my door. This was unusual for two reasons. One I never get guests and two it's just after six on a Sunday morning. Looking through the frosted glass of my front door it was possible to make out the shadow of a man mountain.  His frame was huge this was not looking good for me. Do I open the door or just pretend im not in? My question was answered for me.

"Open up fuck whit."

Oh, it's my friend from next door. I recognise the eloquent way he speaks I'm smart like that sometimes. This possibly wasn't my best move but I wasn't feeling myself. I put on the voice of an old lady. 

"Just a minute dear I'm just getting my keys."

"What's with the voice?  hurry up. I want to be asleep."

"Won't be long now."

I then stood behind the door rattling a bunch of keys. I didn't know exactly why I found it so necessary to wind him up? I just couldn't stop myself.

"Nearly got it dear."

I slide the key into the pounding door curious to find out what was going to happen next. Now I had it unlocked but do I swing the door open or nice and easy peeking through a crack? I made up my mind and fling the door open. This was probably a bad idea but you live and learn. The neighbour that I had barely seen before stood there red-faced and just short of a foot taller than me. A first the size of a concrete block hit me straight in the jaw.

It was just coming up to seven when I managed to focus on my watch. At least I had had some sleep but my head was pounding. At least the big galoot had closed the door when he left me laid out on the stairs. It's been a long time since someone has knocked me out but it's not the first time and probably won't be the last. My first port of call is the bathroom I have painkillers in there and I need a pee bad. Opening the bathroom cabinet I saw my reflection in the mirrored door. There were dark brown blood smears on my face from my nose and mouth spread up my cheek and running down my neck. These things can be cleaned up but the swelling and bruising around my jaw and two black eyes are going to be tricky to explain away. It's not likely that people care but it is rude not to ask when you see someone in my state. I pop a couple of pills and have a piss.