It started in the washroom.
He was sloshing water on his face to improve his demeanour. When he looked up he saw this face glaring at him. He didn’t recognise it and told whoever it was to back off. It just stayed there staring, with a nasty expression. He began shouting at it but it didn’t go away. Finally, he punched whoever it was on the nose and walked away. He felt better for that and staggered out into the shopping centre. The mirror being polished metal only dented slightly.
He wasn’t sure where he was, not exactly, anyway. He just felt the need to get out; find some fresh air. After only a few paces down the main shopping aisle he caught sight of the same troublemaker following him. Just glimpses now and then. He came to a halt outside a book shop. He was trying to read the titles when he came face to face with the guy again. He was standing right there in front of him, defiant as ever. He’d had enough. He stood landing blow after blow and screaming abuse. A small crack appeared in the glass. Suddenly, he was grabbed by two burly security guards who marched him outside where they waited for the police wagon. He stood looking at his blooded fists.
At the station, the charge sheet read, ‘disturbing the peace and wilful damage to property’. The young police officer who brought him in commented, “He must have been out of his mind!”
The senior officer replied, “Nah. LSD’ll do that!”