Sitting down I realised I. Was. In. Cardiff. What was I doing there? I don't know, I have long forgotten why I was there and what the hell for, but the fact of the matter remained that I was alone in Cardiff pondering how the hell I even got to my current position. I looked out over Roald Dahl plaza, watching the blood red sun, set behind the towering millennium stadium, my heart raced and a buzzing sensation took over me as I finished my sixth bottle of Mountain Dew.
Oh how I loved the energized feeling, you get when your caffeine/sugar levels get too high, the problem with me was they seemed to have a dangerous effect on me leading to very bad and in some cases very humorous consequences. This time around though, it was in no way humorous as I had landed myself in Cardiff somehow. The fact was made even more elaborate as I do not even live in Wales, England or Scotland. I reside in the little known nation of America...So this leads me to be even more flabbergasted.
All these internal thoughts drew my attention to the Mountain Dew bottle in my hands.
"No protein damn, you could make millions if you concentrate on what goes in then what goes out," I said to myself, great a case of verbal diarrhoea, just what I need. I shook my head throwing the bottle away, I needed to go unnoticed and find away to contact home, so I shouldn't talk to anyone. As just my luck would have it a welsh person walked past.
"You better be picking that up, you know, we don't want no litterers around here," the welshian or whatever said. Well at least I think that's what he said, to be perfectly honest he could have been speaking a completely different language for all I care. I wasn't really there with him so the point of him talking was completely inadequate
"Well I'll have you know," I said turning to him "That I was not really littering as that bottle right there is bio degradable, I mean here in your wacky land of Wales, you may not has the research or money to manufacture such things, but in the states we do. As the great pompous walrus said...well I don't know what he said but I can tell you, it was, something, something," I said...god damn it, what happened to not talking to anyone, god damn verbal diarrhoea.
The man, who was walking away as I was talking, turned around, looking very red, I would say it was the lighting from the sun, but I think I would be lying
"Underage drinking, may be allowed in your-" he seemed to get even angrier, I think it may have been because I was looking at a fly that was buzzing around my head instead of concentrating on his raised vocals. In my defence it's not my fault that, that man is very uninteresting. He continued "In your 'Amazing' America, but here in wacky Wales," I think he was exasperated with me or something "We abide by the rules and furthermore,"
The Welshian continued to babble on, I closed my eyes to try and escape the attack on my ears. A sinking motion started in my stomach, a common side effect of too much sugar, I concentrated on the movement, as nauseating as it felt, it drowned out the noise.
Ah silence so relaxing, so...well quiet. All I could hear was my heart and sinking sensation in myself. I was aware of a slight dripping sound, was it raining? It was kind of soothing. Several minutes later the sinking subsided and I decided it was safe to open my eyes. I opened one eye and then the other as suddenly a wave of nausea hit me causing me to fall forward on to the floor in front of me. It was a further fall than I had anticipated which just left me dazed.
I looked up and around and saw my surroundings had changed, I seemed to have landed in a warehouse kind of a place which slightly confused me, as if I didn't have enough confusion going on inside my head.