Niittylilja

So, I'm walking down the street, and I know it's not going to be my fucking day, when this guy crouched on the ground snarks up at me, 'Oy! That's my artwork.' And I look down and see he's done one of these street drawings on the paving slabs; a majestic sweeping landscape with fields and waterfalls and volcanoes and my size eleven shoe prints stomping across a mountain range. 'Oops, shit, fuck, sorry.' And I step into the road. I hadn't seen the tram, which knocked me high into the air, and I landed face down on the pavement, both my legs broken, blood pissing out of my side, adding some much needed colour to a lake