A SCREECHING HALT

today i went to work and worked for 3 and a half hours, which rakes me in 42 dollars. after work, i was walking across huntington ave to my bus stop. i was on the crosswalk, and the light for the cars was red. i was walking across the street, and i realized that that i was kind of hungry so i started thinking about what i was going to eat when i go---

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--

a wave of adrenaline hit my body and i turned around and saw the nose of a lincoln barreling down on me,

--EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--

which sent another adrenaline rush to some other part of my body that made me fall backwards onto my ass

--EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--

and turned my head to the side with my eyes closed expecting to be hit by a car and have my life end right there.

--EEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH

i slowly opened my eyes and looked up . . . the lincoln was only a foot away from smashing into me and ending my life. i stood up, brushed myself off, picked up my briefcase, gave the old guy driving the licoln a kind of "yeah allright" sort of look, and walked to the bench where i waited for my bus.

it was interesting, usually when i have a near death experience like that, i get totally shook up about it and can't stop thinking about it for weeks. this time i really just didn't care. i mean, i didn't die or anything.

this all reminds me of a story i want to tell you. a long time ago, when i was like 12 or so, meand my little brother sam (who was 9 at the time if i was 12) came up with an idea for a game. opening up the folding couch, putting one of us on the bed, folding the bed onto that person, then seeing how far you could fold the bed back into the sofa before you couldn't hold it anymore. sam went first, and i was able to manage this without any problem. then it was my turn, he started to fold me in, but then he couldn't pull me back up! i was trapped!

if sam dropped it, it would fall into the couch, where i would be suffocated, and the couch would not be able to be opened again, because of the extra weight. so we scream and scream and scream to which my mom finally comes upstairs, and starts laughing at me. at this point, my life had flashed before my eyes allready. after a while of laughing, my mom finally pulled the couch back out. i'm still afraid of sofa beds to this day.