a homeless guy bit me yesterday. i dropped a dollar in his cup and before i could pull my hand back, he was on me. he grabbed my forearm with both hands and chomped down on my wrist and wouldn't let go. it was really freaky. i was able to knock him over the head a few times with an unopened can of ginger ale. then i ran off and he didn't chase me or anything.
but since then, i've been in a really funny mood. not funny haha. actually, quite the opposite of that. it's hard to make jokes when all i can seem to focus on is this blind, murderous rage.