Yesterday, as I was riding down Wilshire, I was hit by a black Lexus SUV. The driver wore a blue tooth and light cashmere shrug, equally sleek, black, and stunning. Are you Okaaaay? She spoke slowly and rather absentmindedly, as if nearly turning me into a pancake was puzzling, confusing, funny even. I am soooo sorry, um here let me give you my numberrr OK? She was drawling now, i was wondering if she was drunk. i can hardly believe it actually, that I've lasted this long in Los Angeles without getting bulldozed by a car. i bike on main roads all the time. in the left lane. rarely do i ever stop for red lights, i always start riding across streets when cross walk signs are seconds from expiring, and worst of all, i weave between lanes of traffic, darting in and out of people's side mirrors, like a blue bullet on my piece-o-shit-but-super-speedy 1970's french peugot. Karma is such a crusty old hairy asshole.
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