11th & Marion
June 16, 2009
It must be our lucky day. I couldn't be happier that my brake cable held out as long as it did on my little black BMX whirring happily home from the park. If it had snapped a second earlier, I may have been run down instead of simply t-boning your silver mustang as you flew through that stop sign.
And you, well, I'm sure you feel pretty lucky too. Had there been traffic enough to slow you down just a little bit, I'm pretty sure I would have caught up with you after sailing off my bike, tumbling over your trunk, and recovering into a raging, screaming, fury of a run. God knows what would have happened if you hadn't run another stop sign getting away from me.
I guess it's our lucky day. Hope you get hit by a cement truck, asshole.
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