'You never know what he has been through,' said my physio, 'sounds like he's suffering from PSTD.'
But he is the one that advanced on me, armed with a screwdriver and a resolve to cut my head off.
'Yes, he's suffering, you really must understand that.'
What I understood, he wanted to chop my head off.
'So what did you do to upset him?' asked me physio, 'because from where I'm sitting it sounds like you provoked him.'
I put a rubbish bag on his handlebars.
His bike is always parked near the gate that leads into the granny flat.
The gate is one meter away from the bin.
'Don't confuse the matter with handlebars and rubbish bins and distance,' said my physio, 'what happened, you challenged the alpha male. They aren't black for a reason, they evolved from the gorilla.'
But this guy looks like a pygmy.
'It's a myth that Africans are tall with long dicks,' said my physio who travels regularly to the Congo to suck small pygmy dick.
