Hit and run walker

This just happened:

From outside I hear, crash, thump, “Ahharh…”

I grabbed a big heavy cop flashlight and went out the side door. A very tall man was standing on the sidewalk bent over with his hands on his knees.

“What’s going on?”

“Is that your car? The white one? I just ran into it.”

“No, not mine. You ran into it? On foot?”


“Feeling a little unstable?”


“You all right?”


And he continued slowly on down the road. I have no idea what happened out there. But I would have liked to see it.


I started a big rant called why politics is/are fucked in America where I was comparing elections to movies and television and showing how they were all fucked because they all relied on polling and focus groups and the lowest common denominator, but now it’s too late to finish it, what with the election a mere eight hours away, and everyone knows that all those things are fucked already anyway, so I won’t bore you with it here.

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