Every night I catch the train home, and walk up what I’ve termed the Hill of Doom.
The Hill of Doom is pain in the arse. I wish I could get a half-decent photo that depicts exactly how doom-y the Hill of Doom is, but it’s basically a one kilometre hill that for three quarters of it rises steadily at a 45 degree angle. The last quarter is about an 80 degree angle. That last quarter, I hate it. It just pisses me off. Especially in summer.
So I try to distract myself. I walk in time to music (I don’t recommend walking up a hill like that to the beat of “My People” by The Presets, or “Mr. Brightside" by The Killers), or playing words games in my head.
Last night, I ended up constructing Haikus. As you can see, the Hill of Doom is four Haikus long:
Hot man running past
Give me a piggy-back, Bastard.
Stupid Hill of Doom.
It’s hard rubbish day
Cars with trailers drive slow
They do say one man’s trash...
Evil Hill of Doom
Up your spine I slowly crawl
People in cars stare (They do)
Short first line because
The Haiku is restrictive
Haiku really sucks
Yes, I’m a geek. You didn’t know this?
Here's a photo of the Hill of Doom. You can't see the top quarter at all, but see that car? That gives you an idea of what the first three quarters of that hill is like.
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