His palms burned from where the ground scraped them raw, and he could feel a wet sticky something, probably blood, on one of his elbows. Times like these he wishes he wore proper protection, but then he thinks about his reputation and no way would he be caught dead wearing shit like that. Where’d that rock come from? And what was with all that barking? Oh, right, the dogs. He recalls trying to avoid them when he went flying, hopefully they were okay. He liked dogs. A lot more than he could say about people, especially the ones at school.
“Yeah!” Johnny accused, “what the fuck, watch where you’re going!”
Pushing himself up, he stood and quickly brushed himself off before giving the man and his dogs a once over. He wouldn’t apologize, he wasn’t sorry for what happened, nor was he sorry for causing a ruckus with the dogs and probably ruining this guy’s night out. He was sorry however for the new holes in his jeans. It was the latest fashion with chicks but he thought it was a stupid look, especially on guys. He’d have to get a new pair.