Tonight I got a sandwich from the Thai owned sandwich shop on the next block. The one that sells sandwiches with strange Thai meat substitutes like "veggie smoked duck" and "veggie chicken steak." I always get the chicken steak because it's cheaper.
Everytime I go there now I think about death. There's a small memorial that his friends made on the sidewalk near the store to remind me.
Two and a half weeks ago I was there waiting for my food and I walked to the front door. Normally I would have stood outside but it was sooo cold that night I just looked out and then sat down to play Ms. Pacman.
I was on level 3 when I heard the guy screaming. "Open this door motherfucker! I'm going to kill you!" The bus was stopped in the street right there in front of the shop and this guy was trying to pry the door of the bus open to get at the driver. He was a big guy and I'm sure he would have beaten the bus driver to death if he could have gotten in.
I went outside and saw another guy lying in the street a few feet from the bus. He was lying on his back and moving a little bit. The bus had nicked him as he and his friends were crossing the street.
The next day I read in the paper that he died in the hospital.
For most of my life I've felt invincible. Like I just couldn't die because there was so much left to do. But that's bullshit. Death is so easy. And so random.
Everytime I go there now I think about death. There's a small memorial that his friends made on the sidewalk near the store to remind me.
Two and a half weeks ago I was there waiting for my food and I walked to the front door. Normally I would have stood outside but it was sooo cold that night I just looked out and then sat down to play Ms. Pacman.
I was on level 3 when I heard the guy screaming. "Open this door motherfucker! I'm going to kill you!" The bus was stopped in the street right there in front of the shop and this guy was trying to pry the door of the bus open to get at the driver. He was a big guy and I'm sure he would have beaten the bus driver to death if he could have gotten in.
I went outside and saw another guy lying in the street a few feet from the bus. He was lying on his back and moving a little bit. The bus had nicked him as he and his friends were crossing the street.
The next day I read in the paper that he died in the hospital.
For most of my life I've felt invincible. Like I just couldn't die because there was so much left to do. But that's bullshit. Death is so easy. And so random.
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Please post events to the "Ride This Weekend" journal until Flop gets the "Events" feature up and running reliably (If we even think it's necessary). This is so that we don't wind up with a bazillion journals lurking around for long-ago rides, and so we can all look in one place to see what's happening. I personally think that it will become a kind of cool history of SGMC if we all post our events and after-event comments in the journal. And "Ride This Weekend" is the perfect title. If I ever write my memoirs, I think I'll use that title
Ride fast, ride far, ride fun
AZ
I've only had to watch one person die, and I've seen a few more shortly after. Freaked me out each time. I am sorry.