Stoned

You are walkin down the street when suddenly a person threw a rock at you. He told you it was accidental you forgive him and continue walking. Its just an accident right? You move on.
Further down, a brick hit you. You look around. No one. Shit happens right? You move on.
As you move on, you are struck by a stone, dropped from nowhere. Bad luck? You move on.
You carry on walking. A kid accidentally kicked a pebble which hit your feet as he walk pass you.
This time you can't take it anymore.
You grabbed him by the collar and lift him up . He tries to explain that he didn't mean it. But words have no effect on you anymore. You are filled with rage. And you hit him so hard that he wished he wasn't born.
Isn't life like that? You are filled with rage, wacked with unfairness, slammed by the world and yet its nobody's fault. Wanna blame someone? Blame the situation, blame the butterfly that flap its wings last week in London .... if it makes you feel better.

(Note: the first 2 paragraph was written late Augest 2004. I was talking about this same story a day ago to a couple of my friends and was quite surprised to find this story half completed here. Felt obligatedto finish it)