Stupid Karma. Stupid Cars.
Hesitation is, in my opinion, the worst thing you can do in New York City.
About two years ago a dumb dog decided to run right in front of my car. At that moment I felt a shock, an unexplainable pain, and fear. So I did the asshole thing and drove off after I saw the dog was healthy enough to run away.
Karma is a bitch. (Ahhh double entendre)
Tonight I was trailing behind two friends. We were all happily intoxicated, and they decided to walk through a "don't walk" sign. I thought I should wait, but a black Chevy seemed to stop abruptly for them, and was honking vigorously. So I figured that it was a good chance for me to run past and catch up. Unfortunitly the car decided it was a good time to speed off past them. And more unfortunate was the fact that I decided to run as the car also decided to speed. The combination of the two, and the inevitable laws of momentum and kinetic energy, led to me being hit by that very car. For a breif milisecond, staring at that encroaching fender, I felt like that same dog. My survival senses kicked in and I moved with the momentum of the car, which tossed me onto op the hood. I did this little flippy thing and somehow landed miraculously on my feet. Relatively unharmed, or if I was I couldnt feel it. I gave the driver a "thank you" wave and due to sincere embarrasment, ran into a crowd of applauding spectators. Long story short. I was hit by a fucking car.
Then we went to Taco Bell.
And I was proud.
About two years ago a dumb dog decided to run right in front of my car. At that moment I felt a shock, an unexplainable pain, and fear. So I did the asshole thing and drove off after I saw the dog was healthy enough to run away.
Karma is a bitch. (Ahhh double entendre)
Tonight I was trailing behind two friends. We were all happily intoxicated, and they decided to walk through a "don't walk" sign. I thought I should wait, but a black Chevy seemed to stop abruptly for them, and was honking vigorously. So I figured that it was a good chance for me to run past and catch up. Unfortunitly the car decided it was a good time to speed off past them. And more unfortunate was the fact that I decided to run as the car also decided to speed. The combination of the two, and the inevitable laws of momentum and kinetic energy, led to me being hit by that very car. For a breif milisecond, staring at that encroaching fender, I felt like that same dog. My survival senses kicked in and I moved with the momentum of the car, which tossed me onto op the hood. I did this little flippy thing and somehow landed miraculously on my feet. Relatively unharmed, or if I was I couldnt feel it. I gave the driver a "thank you" wave and due to sincere embarrasment, ran into a crowd of applauding spectators. Long story short. I was hit by a fucking car.
Then we went to Taco Bell.
And I was proud.