[ WP ] The air left my lungs

'Get your fingers out of that nook, dick.' 
 
 I knew it was a bad idea the moment I heard it, but damned if I let that put a boogie in my chief. Whoever lost this contest would be joining another in the great beyond, and I for hell sure was n't spending tonight in the big dark with no night light. 
 
 We struggled against each other and it, each hoping to ascend higher than the other, each putting on our big boy faces as we received a scratch or two along the way. It's bark was worse than it's bite, I'd say to myself, but that shit fuckin' hurted. 
 
 We went on for what seemed like hours and eventually his hand flew forward in a move of desperation. He was losing it, and subsequently his grip. Logic flew out the window and he made a mad dash for the hotel that my fingers had taken refuge in the night before. They clashed and clammered and eventually slipped, my hand pushing his hand out the door, squinting, and gutturally bellowing'No vacancy.' 
 
 I watched him in slow motion as he began to fall. One foot slid down, the other attempted to keep it's position, only serving to push him further back. His upper body arched forward, his arms out stretched, and his entire being lost touch with the world for a brief moment in time. Then, as soon as it had begun, it was over. 
 
 The nutter butters were already making their rounds due to the commotion, and my victim, my attacker, certainly only had the wind knocked out of him. Eventually he'd sing like a canary, and the only hungry cat I knew was stuck in a tree. I'd spend the rest of my days in the slammer trading sacked lunches for butts. 
 
 Thought was interrupted by the exasperated plea for help below and a stertorous attempt at a sentence. A boy leaned deep into the path of his traveling words to better catch them with his ears. 
 
'..Get' 
 
'..your dad.' 
 
 Word was out, my days were numbered. This gumshoes gettaway sticks were n't going to save him this time. This tree only had two directions, and both lead to grounding eventually.
