Article: 178905 of talk.bizarre Newsgroups: talk.bizarre From: ra@asuvax.eas.asu.edu (Starcap'n Ra) Subject: I almost died again Message-ID: <D05o91.MEz@asuvax.eas.asu.edu> Keywords: fail to suck, fail to die Organization: t.b Date: Thu, 1 Dec 1994 23:36:36 GMT Lines: 100 Status: O I almost died again the other night. I was crossing University Drive on foot. It was very dark and there was almost no traffic. I was at a crossroads, so I wasn't breaking the law and in fact technically had the right of way. I made it across the two eastbound lanes and paused before starting across the two westbound. I saw two cars coming from the east, but they were far away, so I proceeded on my way; of course, I'd had a few beers so maybe my spatial judgment was off just a bit. At any rate, perhaps because it was very late at night it turned out that the two cars must have been doing 60 or 70 mph. As I reached the midpoint of the westbound lanes (the dashed white lines 3/4 of the way across the road), I suddenly felt air rush past my ass as a car zoomed by a foot away; at the same time a foot in front of me, the other car whipped by as well. I felt like a matador fighting two bulls at once with no cape. I turned my head left and saw one of the cars swerve ever so slightly, then they were both gone so fast I couldn't even begin to give them the finger. As I got to the other curb, I thought to myself, "Fuckin A, I almost died again." I almost died again a few months ago also. I was walking home from a Cardinals game on Mill Avenue. All these stupid people that drive to the game instead of walk were busy nearly running the smart people over so they could get on their way home. The light turned green and the walk sign came on and I started walking when some old fucker that had to have been over 70 screeched up to me and halted, giving me the finger because he couldn't turn right on red with me crossing the street in response to the walk sign. But that's not how I almost died. I almost died a block later in the middle of the sidewalk when another car came whipping out of a driveway without looking and screeched to a halt just as it bumped up against the side of my leg. Already mad from the near miss with the old fucker, I immediately instinctively slammed my fists on the hood. At that point, a big nigger that must have been a good 6 foot 5 and 260 pounds of hard muscle got out of the car. I get to call him a nigger because what's good for the goose is good for the gander, and he started screaming at me who the fuck I thought I was banging on his hood because he didn't see "my honkey ass" and fuck me anyway. I kept walking and he got back into his car, but after I'd gone a few hundred feet on down the road he suddenly figured out how much bigger he was than me and yelled out his window that a person should really watch what the fuck they were doing around here because somebody could get hurt and I yelled back, "I guess to hell," meaning what with him running over people on sidewalks and everything, but he took it to mean little old me threatening to beat up his 6 foot 5, 260 pound nigger ass, as it were, so he yelled that he was going to kill me, opened his car door and started to bolt after me, and if his girlfriend or wife at the last second hadn't have dived across the front seat and grabbed him by the back of the belt and started screaming at him to please stop I'd have been a dead man for sure, or at least what would have been left of me wouldn't have been worth much of a damn. I've almost died a whole bunch of other times, but not within the past year, and besides, two is more than enough for one posting. Sometimes I wonder how come I always almost die and don't ever actually do die. I think maybe I might have a guardian angel or something. I wonder if perhaps I'm supposed to be here for some deep mystical reason. Besides t.b, I mean. --Starcap'n Ra {ames,gatech,husc6,rutgers}!ncar!noao!asuvax!kennedy {allegra,decvax,ihnp4,oddjob}--^ ^---------------The Wrong Choice internet: kennedy@asuvax.eas.asu.edu