I was in a bar once when something really unpleasant happened to me. It was autumn and the streets were littered with yellow parched leaves. A cold wind blew through the maze of old houses gently being illuminated by the frail lights of the passing cars in that pleasant afternoon. All the sudden someone bursts through the glass door making a huge noise. Everybody in the room stops and look at him with a mixture of surprise and disapproval. It's no other than Judge Kavanaugh itself. He is obviously drunk and has his red tie rolled up around his head. His black suit is all dirty and smells like he haven't had a shower in months. And in his left hand an empty broken bottle of some kind of beer. I remember thinking "Oh boy! He does sure loves beer. This must be his thing…he's a beer guy." Still in somewhat of a shock I follow him with the corner of my eyes while he stumbles all the way to the bar where very rudely asks for a bottle of beer. He points to the broken bottle that he carries and then, between some barely audible words, he slams some dirt coins on top of the counter. The bartender calmly explain to that they have no more beer and ask him to lower his tone of voice or he is going to call the police. Almost immediately the man explodes in anger and spit on the guy who steps back in disgust. "I NEED A DRINK NOW!" he yells. I look around. People are scared. I get up decided to stop that madness. "Sir! You better calm down…or just get out of here!" I touch his left shoulder and he turns back like a puppet being controlled by pure fury. I step back in horror. A big fat man behind the counter reaches for a baseball bat. The young lady in the back is in the cell phone gesticulating like crazy. My heart was pounding and I keep looking around to see what were my option in case of that mad man decided to attack me. Two ladies behind me shouted very loud in unison "Get out of here, you fucking pig!" Judge Kavanaugh didn't care. He made a very angry face and through his teeths he growled like a wild animal. Saliva was pouring down his gaping mouth and he had his arms now open like the wings of a eagle. With an impressive leap, he climb up onto one of the tables and start screaming from the top of his lungs: "I'M A GOD! I CAN'T BE TOUCHED BY HUMAN HANDS!!!" "Hes out of control" a old man yelled "Someone call the cops". At that very moment, a little girl pass by the bar windows riding her pink bicycle. Behind her, like providence, two cops are getting out of their cruiser, in the parking lot across the street. I look at the girl humming happily, the two cops coming in my direction with their guns in hand and then back at him. At that moment I knew what was going to happen. Judge Kavanaugh eyes were tinted with a red filled with anger. His skin was monstrously distorted, frozen like a mask shaped from true terror. And then…the horror…