this morning #1734.
this morning, halfway into my commute, i was sitting at the light waiting for it to change. pearl jam on the radio. drumming on the steering wheel. feeling good. right as the light turned green & i hit the gas, a truck came blasting through the intersection. just missed me. i hit the brakes and, as the shock subsided & had nowhere else to go, it turned into cursing. me shouting a blue streak at a driver who was now far away & couldn’t hear a word i had to say. fuck that guy. i don’t want to die. not yet. not like that. not right when things in my life are starting to get slightly better. slightly cleaner. slightly more meaning. i grabbed my phone & sent a text to my lady. LUV U. thanked god for sparing me. continued on to the office. FIN.