[b]Saturday, somewhere around 3 PM[/b]

Max was not a big fan of public transportation. Mostly because of the overcrowding effect that he really disliked. But unfortunately for him today he had no choice. He left his car at his shop yesterday because this week it had been causing him alot of problems. As he was sitting on a chair and staring at the people packed up like in a can of sardines the bus started going crazy. Max fell from his seat on the floor, hitting his head in the process. "Shit!" He mumbled as he made efforts to get up on his feet. After partially doing that Max fell once again as the bus hit a FedEx delivery truck. He went forward hitting his knee on a pole. Also someone stepped on his right hand. 

As the madness ended Max gets out of the bus. Aside from a small cut on the left side of his forehead, some bruises and the fact that he was seriously shaken, everything seemed alright with him. As he reaches out for the cellphone from a pocket of his jeans he sees that the screen was broken. Goddamnit!" Said Max upset as he called the guys at his shop. "Hey! Come pick me up with the tow truck. I'm on 4th street. Stupid bus had an accident! What? No. I'm fine. Okay! I'm waiting!" Said Max as he ended the conversation, put the cellphone back in his pocket and lit up a cigarrette. "I should've taken a cab!" He said looking at the mess on the street.

[b]Saturday 7:18 PM[/b]

Max didn't stay for long at the shop. A couple of hours and he was back home. After what he's been through this afternoon he wasn't in the mood for anything. As he opens the TV and goes to the kitchen to grab a beer, Max drops on his knees as a terrible and pulsing headache starts top disturb him. It couldn't be because of the injuries. They were superficial. In a week or two they will dissapear. As the headache started to lower down in intensity Max gets back on his feet, opens the fridge and grabs a beer. He opens it, takes a sip and goes to the TV as he throws himself on the couch. The headache was still present, bothering him, but Max wasn't bent on letting it have it's way.

[b]Saturday 11:34 PM[/b]

Max wakes up with an empty beer bottle in his hand and another empty one on the couch. The reason he awoke was because his body started aching really bad. "Oh my God! What the hell is this?" Said Max as he shut down the TV and struggled to get up, heading to the bedroom, leaning on the walls. As he throws himself on the bed, Max takes off his clothes, remaining only in boxers. "Jesus Christ! Gimme a break!" He said as the body aches increased in intensity. As he was breathing fast, Max struggled to get some sleep, hoping that until tomorow the headaches and body aches will dissapear.