Almost Smashed!

It was 7:45 this morning, I was of course cold and still half asleep outside Monument Station, and as I said goodbye to Evangelina, I started fast walking to catch the bus, and I fell right in front of it. I didn’t hurt myself too much, except my wrists and a bit of my pride; my hands are now black from the pavement. My glasses flew away and I was blind for a few seconds. It was awful, and once, once again, I felt pain, among other things… Thankfully a guy appeared out of the blue, stopped the bus from smashing me and helped me get off the road. I will probably never see him again, but I will always be grateful. Anyway, as I jumped on the bus that nearly killed me this morning, I thought about the meaning of life and the price we pay to be Alive.

My head is still spinning.

I keep thinking, life IS sometimes strange, no matter what Woody Allen says, my right wrist begins to hurt, again and again… and again.