It was almost poetic, the way it ended.
I was walking home from my last class of the day, a backpack's worth of knowledge bearing down on my shoulders. The sun was out, the temperature was perfect for a sweatshirt. I was plugged into my iPod, tuned out from the rest of the world. By the luck of the draw, I was getting nothing but quality tracks popping up in my earbuds. I walked down the hill, past the underage-drinker-magnet bar, past the pumpkin frozen mid-rot since October, past the beerman unloading his wares into the other underage-drinker-magnet bar. Engrossed in my own thoughts and world, I turned the corner onto my street. Mid-chorus, I hit the bricks. My world went silent, but the song lived on.




How it really happened:
I leaped out of the way of the car just in time to see the driver mutedly shrieking at me as she skidded through the crosswalk and on to Jazzercise.
I hope she spilled her latte.