Post by Alistair Kingston on Nov 10, 2011 15:50:14 GMT -5
A dark Cardiff Alley is still except for an out of place table covered with food an lite by candle light.
A man sits at the table, scarffing down the food.
He has an air of crazy about him.
He grabs a large peace of steak and tears into it with his teeth, more like fangs.
The man gets up from the table then grabs a can of gasoline and dumps it on the table, then he gets a match out of nowhere and tosses it on the table and marvels at the resulting flames. He laughs and rubs his hands together before he pulls a hot dog stick out of his sleeve and roasts a hot dog on the table fire.
A man sits at the table, scarffing down the food.
He has an air of crazy about him.
He grabs a large peace of steak and tears into it with his teeth, more like fangs.
The man gets up from the table then grabs a can of gasoline and dumps it on the table, then he gets a match out of nowhere and tosses it on the table and marvels at the resulting flames. He laughs and rubs his hands together before he pulls a hot dog stick out of his sleeve and roasts a hot dog on the table fire.
