Posted Wed Oct 21, 2015 | 156 Words | Tagged story chav wrote this under the influence of alcohol so sorry NO not at 8am you twits

This is what happens when you put the hat on. It gets stuck, and you’re kicked out. Maybe it’s slightly your own fault for giving in to the sweet sing song of the new sports shop. Every time you go past, it makes you smile and you don’t know why. One day you enter, and try on a hat in one of the changing rooms so you could use a mirror.

The only time it comes off is to get that long hair cut back, nice and short, the new owner wouldn’t want that horrid long shitty hair. Next those shit clothes, fucking awful things. Your body goes back out and picks up some decent clothes, trackies and a nice top with some trainers.

Walking out of the shop a new man, your body not under your control any more. It was the guy etched in the hat. Maybe you should have read the label first.