On Thursday night, I had a bicycle accident. I swerved around a large truck, the bike became caught in a streetcar track and I was propelled off it. Oddly, I landed on my feet and began to run. Then I turned around and held out my hands to stop the cab that was about to crush me. I had some pizza in my bag for my friend Nick, which I delivered to him. As I was handing him the pizza, tears-explosion.
On Friday, the bike was stolen. On my walk home, as I was screaming to Abi on the phone about how I deserved to be crushed by the cab and how I didn’t deserve nice things, I stopped to punch and kick this abandoned Christmas tree.
On Saturday, the guys at the bike shop felt sorry for me, so they gave me a $1,000 ride for $600. It’s my new lil mama and I love it.
On Sunday, it rained and the bike got wet.
On Monday, nothing bike-related happened.
Yesterday, a car hit me while I was riding, but I bounced off a parked car to my right, managed to straighten my bike and continue onwards to the blood testing clinic.