...and the fucking driver didnt bother to stop and get off his precious vehicle.

Fine, i admit, i was j-walking. But i wasnt a willing victim. My boss was rushing. K, it's an excuse.

We were crossing the road, illegally, and we heard a fierce motorbike approaching. We both turned left, and when we turned right, a car smashed into me.

I flipped onto the front part of the vehicle, did a spin, and landed on the floor. Or rather, i broke the fall with my left hand, hence the puny little cut.

The vehicle drove off.

Passerbys (passerbies? passer-bys?) stared. I got off the road and onto the pavement.

My boss was freaked.

I was like, "what just happened?". "It felt quite exciting!" And I was just giggly and laughing, when my boss was...shocked. Hah.

It was actually quite a good feeling. Though I really dont know why. I just felt...like a movie star? I felt...something good.

I'm lucky.

I just got a pretty alright small little cut on my left wrist, and a speck of blood on my left foot, with an aching shoulder.

I'm fucking lucky.

I'm so lucky, I think I'm really unlucky. I really should have died. Really. But the thought of my boss witnessing my death is a bit cruel...and that damn-able bespectacled driver.





I really just cant appreciate life anymore...