You spot your shirt

You spot the man who stole your shirt, now wearing it, just livin his best life.

“Hey! That’s my shirt”

The man looks up at you then runs alway.

You chase after him.

He takes a turn down an alley and you follow him. He hops over a metal fence. You climb over it when you lose your balance and fall down hard. You clench your eyes in preparation for a harsh impact with the pavement that does not come.

You open them to find yourself a few small inches from said pavement. You look up/down at the fence. Justifying that confusingly written previous sentence: you realize that you are now suspended upside down, a sharp metal pole from the fence impaled through the thigh of your pants

As you hang there you feel a vibration in your pocket. You pull out your phone to find a text from Christina.

“Omw, be there in 10”

You wrote back

“Same all is normal on my end”