(Violently) Take the vagrant’s clothes.

You believe that if you’re going to have a chance at finding your identity, you need a good start. Getting picked up by the police, because of your outfit, isn’t the best way to begin. You glare over at the bum, who is now taking another drink from the bottle. His clothes may be old and worn, but they’ll do for now.

“Give me your clothes,” you tell the man.

“Go f*ck yourself,” he spits back.

His fowl words spark something inside you and the fuse begins to burn. “Listen, I am going to ask you one more time,” you begin.

“I’ll save you the time, the answer’s still, go f*ck yourself!” he says, emphasizing the curse word.

You feel your eye begin to twitch as your hands ball up into fist. You move quickly towards the man, one of your hands shoots out and grabs the bottle from him. He tries to take it back, but throw it violently away. The bottle strikes the pavement and burst, sending fragments of glass and cheap **** everywhere. The bum tries to say something, but you are not willing to listen. Your hands snatch the man up around the shirt collar and jerk him up to a standing position. Holding him tightly you get right in his face, so close you can smell the booze. “One last time, I am not wasting anymore time with you. Give me your clothes!” you shout. He doesn’t answer with words, instead he spits in your face. The act will be the man’s last, as the fuse reaches the angry bomb inside you, causing you to explode.

“You stupid son of a…” you start as one of your hands releases from his shirt and becomes a fist. You begin spew out every curse word you know as your fist moves like a piston back and forth against the man’s face. After a minute the bum’s face has been reduced to something similar to raw hamburger, then you deliver the final blow. It a hard swung fist the rocks the man’s head violently to the right and causes him to fall against the wall. After hitting the wall he falls backwards to the pavement, and crashes into a couple metal trash cans. The can spill out garbage as they noisily roll across the alley behind him.

A few minutes later, you’re dressed in the man’s clothes and he in yours. You have taken the care to hide the body under some of the street trash, a mix of cardboard boxes and bags. Now that you have taken care of the need from better clothes, what other needs do you have to take care of?