Monday, 9 February 2015
I was happily hitting windows with a claw hammer, listening to the satisfying sound that comes with breaking glass. Before me was a wall of windows, all in neat little wooden frames just waiting to be smashed.
Unfortunately I was rudely awoken this morning by the bedroom light being flicked on and a mug of tea being plonked next to my head. Shame, it was very relaxing.
Posted by Max Walsh
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