People said that Shels was psycho. He was sometimes grumpy, sometimes sad. One day, he killed his wife. The blood was everywhere. He, wiping the floor with old newspapers in a panic, tried to clean it. He shut the door and windows and ran to ‘my’ house. I saw him sweating all over so I gave him a glass of hot water to calm him down. He began to tell ‘me’ stories about this town. Because the stories were told disorderly and in a weird speed, they seemed to be even more absurd for ‘me’.
People said that Shels was psycho. He was sometimes grumpy, sometimes sad. One day, he killed his wife. The blood was everywhere. He, wiping the floor with old newspapers in a panic, tried to clean it. He shut the door and windows and ran to ‘my’ house. I saw him sweating all over so I gave him a glass of hot water to calm him down. He began to tell ‘me’ stories about this town. Because the stories were told disorderly and in a weird speed, they seemed to be even more absurd for ‘me’.