the way i would have been.
We will never really know what would have happened to me had i stayed at home that day. Sure, i'd more than likely be dead...but would i have had another chance to stop it? Would i have seen it coming? I'm thinking probably not.
Regardless, i didnt stay at home. I left that morning, following the usual pattern of morning chores, and roads to work. Come to think of it..what would have happened had i made it to work? All these what-if's, they could keep you up at night. Luckily, i had just bought a large bag of the pot, and even long nights of what-if's couldnt compete with good homegrown bud.
See, it even effects the storytelling. Im telling you, its the end all to escape.
Back to the story.
I had to stop at a corner mart on the way to work, 10 miles away tops, to get a drink and fill up my tank. Standing at the pump, watching the attendant inside trying to find a pack of cigarettes in his overhead cigarette holder, i realized i had left the iron on. He didnt look as if he understood English very well, and i was wondering if i had enough time to head home and turn my iron off. This morning wasn't starting off very well.
I grabbed my wallet and headed inside, heading towards the drink cooler. I examined the selection, finally deciding on a cherry coke. I would get to work around 10 minutes late. If i hurried, maybe 5.
I reached the counter, threw down a 10, and hurried to my car. 7 minutes later i was pulling into my neighborhood.
Then i stopped. Suddenly, without even warning to me, my foot moved slightly left from the gas pedal and pushed the brake. Luckily no one was behind me. Then i shivered. What had come over me? I had the dreadful feeling that if i continued driving, something very serious and possibly fatal would happen to me. Then i saw it. Then and only then.
You might be asking yourself,"couldnt they have seen it, in their mirror, in the corner of their eye, when they pulled into the neighborhood?"
I couldnt have.
Because as i sat there, looking at the sky, wondering why i was stopping in the middle of the road, something very large, and very heavy, materialized a few hundred feet above the back corner of the subdivision. My house was over there.
Open-mouthed, i sat and watched this giant chunk of metal fall, finally slamming into what could only have been my house.
Fuck.
Regardless, i didnt stay at home. I left that morning, following the usual pattern of morning chores, and roads to work. Come to think of it..what would have happened had i made it to work? All these what-if's, they could keep you up at night. Luckily, i had just bought a large bag of the pot, and even long nights of what-if's couldnt compete with good homegrown bud.
See, it even effects the storytelling. Im telling you, its the end all to escape.
Back to the story.
I had to stop at a corner mart on the way to work, 10 miles away tops, to get a drink and fill up my tank. Standing at the pump, watching the attendant inside trying to find a pack of cigarettes in his overhead cigarette holder, i realized i had left the iron on. He didnt look as if he understood English very well, and i was wondering if i had enough time to head home and turn my iron off. This morning wasn't starting off very well.
I grabbed my wallet and headed inside, heading towards the drink cooler. I examined the selection, finally deciding on a cherry coke. I would get to work around 10 minutes late. If i hurried, maybe 5.
I reached the counter, threw down a 10, and hurried to my car. 7 minutes later i was pulling into my neighborhood.
Then i stopped. Suddenly, without even warning to me, my foot moved slightly left from the gas pedal and pushed the brake. Luckily no one was behind me. Then i shivered. What had come over me? I had the dreadful feeling that if i continued driving, something very serious and possibly fatal would happen to me. Then i saw it. Then and only then.
You might be asking yourself,"couldnt they have seen it, in their mirror, in the corner of their eye, when they pulled into the neighborhood?"
I couldnt have.
Because as i sat there, looking at the sky, wondering why i was stopping in the middle of the road, something very large, and very heavy, materialized a few hundred feet above the back corner of the subdivision. My house was over there.
Open-mouthed, i sat and watched this giant chunk of metal fall, finally slamming into what could only have been my house.
Fuck.