A girl I liked convinced me to stab a man, so I did. Felt guilty for a bit, then promptly forgot about it and walked around with the murder weapon for a couple of hours, going about my business, walking my dog. Eventually I was cornered by a plainclothes police officer who asked me why I had a bloody knife; I told him I was looking after it for my bogan cousin. He said, âYouâre under arrest,â and I was like,, âNo, Iâm not, watch this,â and then I woke up.
thatâs a goddamned power move
























