As far as I remember the district flag was the first thing I saw each day, that gold 82 on a black field waving amidst the black smoke coming from the factories' chimneys. I didn't do it often, but one saturday I just decided to take my old dog, George, on a morning walk. A few yards down the block I felt the sudden urge to take a piss, so I joined old George into pissing into this light post. All of sudden, I see this gorgeous brunette walking down the road followed by a her poodle wearing a service animal vest, I quickly manage to get my weiner back into my pants before I'm dragged into district 50, she walks past me and the poodle decides to take a shit there. She stops and I see the opportunity, I hit her with the best pick-up line I could remember from 80-tube, she giggles and I ask for her number. She hands me a piece of paper and walks away, doesn't even bother to pick up the poodle's browner.

We dated for about 6 months and I guess I was starting to really like her, one day I got home drunk from the bar after watching the game, she asked me how I had gotten a black eye, I really didn't remember, she started crying, telling me she couldn't handle it anymore, I told her to fuck off, we had a fight, at one point though, we just stood there in silence for a while. While sobbing, she told me she was pregnant, that hit hard and I knew right there and then that I needed to get my shit together, so I swore to her that I'd be better for her and for the kid.

The next morning I woke up and my arm was really sore, I looked over and saw it, right there on my bicep was the brand, 37 it read, as it does in all of us, I never saw her again and I don't know what the fuck happened.