So there it goes, another attempt at life in the concrete labyrinth. Barely dodging old ladies oblivious to stop signs, loaded to the gills on adrenaline. Two steps off the hood of a car that anyone would be embarrassed of being killed or permanently damaged by, saved my life. Landing on your ass can have serious consequences. Blessed be young callipygian, my glutes bounced me once and back onto my feet. My white Ferrari was barely recognizable while the opiated purple, grey, green Plymouth decked in religious propaganda will live another day to ignore traffic signals (and steal rolls of your hard earned quarters). She sped off and I threw my dead dog in the dumpster.
A fish can only swim so far with its mouth open.