Tonight I got hit by a car. While afoot. A most disconcerting and unpleasant experience. Thrown up, then aground, sharpish. Black sedan, a car paid to be driven for some overpaid douchebag, who is presumably TOO IMPORTANT to drive his own ass around the city. (That’s a post-incident judgment. Take it with a tiny grain of salt. A teeny grain. Pretty much no salt, really.) Anyway, I had the light—All the eyewitnesses said so, too— It was a rare intersection in NY, involving both a light and an arrow. Anyone who drives knows these intersections. Actually, drivers tend to take them for granted— but anyone who walks or cycles in NYC is VERY aware of these, because the signal for us to cross is delayed— you can’t just look for the opposing red. I waited for the WALK signal; then— started crossing. BOOM!
In a nanosecond, lifted off the ground, slammed onto the pavement. SHOCK, of course. Adrenaline is delivered. As soon as I land, I assess my parts, stand up, take physical stock that all is functioning, nothing broken, Good! Thank Everything!
Surrounded by friendly New Yorkers, witnesses to the accident. Amazing souls who paused their evenings on my behalf. Tourists, you may think us unfriendly, but when shit goes down, NYers are the BEST. I was taken care of to a T, though I retreated when the ambulance approached, cause I cannot afford that shit yet, but I’m EXCITED for the single-payer system that may one day be in place after the limping, start-of-things ‘Obama Care’ has begun. I LONG for Canadian or European-style SOCIALIST Democracy!! If you disagree, I will fight you in the ring. Well, not immediately; right now half of my body is in PAIN. I have to convince it we’re still a kid. Give me a day or three.
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