Malicious actions at the mall, drunk

Yesterday I joined the entire office where I work in going to a restaurant as a farewell to a secretary who is leaving that company. I actually do not work for or with these people; I am simply working by myself in a rented room inside their office - therefore I had no scruples about getting drunk. At one point I left the restaurant and walked through the mall, by a movie theater, through an area with many arcades with race cars and toys and all that shit. I don’t know if it is because of sitting in the office all day, or being drunk, or because of all the noisy lights of the arcade, but the malice came on with sure immanence and euphoria, as though finally countless bullets would and tear to pieces all those toys and games and people. Even if it would not actually happen, it would suffice to laugh in the faces of these people just as though it did in fact happen, for surely they would feel the love and the terror of this shootout as it unfolds in a parallel universe right next to them – inside my terrible and ponderous battery of a brain.

Later I apparently got the secretary who was leaving the company to come outside the restaurant with me into that arcade area. By that time there were very few people there and the lights were dim. We talked for a while, unexpectedly kissed and begun to arrange plans for the night (which, by the way, were executed with enviable stylistic success, thanks to the seemingly mute company driver in suit and tie). As we were talking, I began smoking, which is of course illegal in that area. She was to return to the restaurant first as to avoid suspicion, so meanwhile I walked around that area, mingling with people coming out of the movie theater, smoking my cigarette and smiling at them like a overly pleased drunk crazy man played by Jack Nickelson. Then I ran into the whole party coming out of the restaurant to go home and of course they were surprised to see that I am smoking in the building. I said “yeah, it’s fine” and put it out in a flower pot, which caused a pained wince of disapproval from that firm’s director. She thought I did it because I was drunk but really I did it because I just fucking hate everyone, and if I really had my way I would have much rather put it out in a baby stroller. ‘Cause fuck all that.