*dead man walking*

Deep in his mind, there's a blank. Nothing much more than the image of resting at home after one long day at work, savouring a nice can of beer and watching the week's soccer.

And all that separates him from his home sweet home is a road. A massive road indeed. And of course, its being made huge so as to accodomate the number of cars.
Whatever it is, "soccer" and "beer" stuck on in his mind.

Perhaps lady luck finally chose to smile on him that day. The road was surprisingly empty. He turned his head towards right, then went on to survey the left. "Whoa, why issit empty?" he questioned himself. Normally, it'll be so jam packed that he'll have difficulty crossing. Nevertheless, the soccer beer thing lingered on.

He took the very first step, with impatience. Apparently, he's a huge fan of soccer and his favourtie team is playing against of all teams, Chelsea. "Darn, i need to be there so that Liverpool will win tonight"

The road suddenly seem to be neverending then, he decided to quicken his steps, and eventually he ran in the direction of his home. It is only then he got shockly knocked down, back on earth.

The car honked incredily loud and hurting. Little did he know the car was swerving in at top speed. With a second left to do anything else, he chose to stay still, rooted to the ground.

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Bla bla bla, just some thoughts.