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May 05, 2012 13:17

"I don't want to work today. Why do I have to work six days a week? I'm tired. I'd rather be in bed. I just worked til' 9pm and my body didn't let me sleep until 3am!"

Listening to some Saul Williams, I ride my scooter to work.

My sleepy eyes gaze at the road of me ahead, through all the scooters and cars.

"Hey, it's pretty clear right now. That bus is stopping. No cars? Go! I'll get to work a few minutes early and can prepare quickly, maybe take a 5 minute break before teaching the same thing I've taught umpteen times this week.

And so, into the center of the intersection I go.

A car must have been right beside that halting bus.

Well, now it's one foot from me, speeding directly into my right, and I know I don't even have time to think  "Oh sh-- I'm not getting out of this one" but the feeling is definitely there.

Over I tumble, flying through the air, my scooter making undesirable noises as it flips and scrapes to my left, the ground opening its arms wide to embrace my fall.

I think judo as a kid probably helped me stop serious injury. A small hair-line fracture and a few scrapes resulted.
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