I woke up late yesterday and didn't have time to eat before I went to class. The class that I'm failing by the way. But I had plenty of time to get to class so I take my time getting there because it doesn't really matter if I get there on time or not because the teacher never takes roll. I get to school with fifteen minutes to kill. So, I sit in my car with the radio on and the heat blasting enjoying a cigarette alternately thinking about 1)how utterly stressed out I've been pretty much all year 2) how much I hate my teacher and 3) my shopping list for Thanksgiving. I continue mulling over the conundrum that is my life as I walk from the parking lot to my class wishing for some answer to it all.
And then out of nowhere it hits me!!!
Not the answer to life, the universe, and everything, sadly...no.
A FUCKING CAR HITS ME!!!
I see headlights out of the corner of my eye just in time to turn my head and see my own reflection in the candy apple red hood of a Dodge Neon as my body slides up to meet the windshield. The startled diver hit the brakes and inertia propels me through the air about three feet, as I get to experience the ragdoll physics of all those video games I like to play so much, first hand. As I fly through the air my hat flies off and the first thought I have is not, oh shit I just got hit by a car, but rather, fuck there goes my favorite hat.
I'm now laying on the damp asphalt staring up a the starless sky, wondering what the fuck just happened, as the old man who was driving the car comes looks down at me and asks me if I'm alright. I take a quick inventory, flexing each muscle, to see if everything still works. Much to my relief, and the old man's as well, I'm okay. I just have a tender spot on my shin were his bumper hit my leg and a scraped knee, from were I first landed on the concrete before rolling onto my back. The old man attempted to help me up but I'm much larger then him so that did not work out. I got up, dusted myself off, and the old man and I stood in the middle of the road a minute longer blocking traffic as he wanted to make sure that I was okay. He was nice enough for someone that just ran me down with his car. I placed my hand on his shoulder and said no harm done and made my way to class. But the rest of the night all I could think was...
I GOT HIT BY A MOTHER FUCKING CAR!!!
And then out of nowhere it hits me!!!
Not the answer to life, the universe, and everything, sadly...no.
A FUCKING CAR HITS ME!!!
I see headlights out of the corner of my eye just in time to turn my head and see my own reflection in the candy apple red hood of a Dodge Neon as my body slides up to meet the windshield. The startled diver hit the brakes and inertia propels me through the air about three feet, as I get to experience the ragdoll physics of all those video games I like to play so much, first hand. As I fly through the air my hat flies off and the first thought I have is not, oh shit I just got hit by a car, but rather, fuck there goes my favorite hat.
I'm now laying on the damp asphalt staring up a the starless sky, wondering what the fuck just happened, as the old man who was driving the car comes looks down at me and asks me if I'm alright. I take a quick inventory, flexing each muscle, to see if everything still works. Much to my relief, and the old man's as well, I'm okay. I just have a tender spot on my shin were his bumper hit my leg and a scraped knee, from were I first landed on the concrete before rolling onto my back. The old man attempted to help me up but I'm much larger then him so that did not work out. I got up, dusted myself off, and the old man and I stood in the middle of the road a minute longer blocking traffic as he wanted to make sure that I was okay. He was nice enough for someone that just ran me down with his car. I placed my hand on his shoulder and said no harm done and made my way to class. But the rest of the night all I could think was...
I GOT HIT BY A MOTHER FUCKING CAR!!!