He bolts awake at 2am in a cold sweat, throws off the covers and heads down stairs in his pajamas. He carelessly slips on a pair of shoes.
Not bothering to tie the laces he throws open the door to the house and races into the inky blackness of the dark moonless night.
He runs down street after street, sweat dripping from his forhead and into his sleep blurred eyes, until finally he comes to the house.
He's out of breath but he musters up the energy to knock on the door three times. Pause then three more times.
Footsteps inside.
The door opens.
"Who the fuck are you?!? And what the hell do you want?" Asks a familiar face.
Another pause.
"Hey man. I was just wondering... could I kick my old amp one last time?"
Door slams.
Story ends.
Haha!! I was wondering who was he was I was reading that. You are right, I think there might be more kicking to be done! A kicking can always wait till the morning though 🤣🤣
Haha the kicking seriously cracked me up while reading that. I pictured you after giving the kid the amp, about to drive away, but then pausing and jumping out of the car and racing over to kick it three more times.
"Gah, gah, gah," (my kicking sounds) and then jumping back in the car and racing away lol.
You might have to buy another just to kick it. It could be your kicking box.
I think if I need a kicking box I might have to give up and shuffle off this mortal coil!!
But still, it was good kicking it, lol!!
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