So I went through all my back email today and found a nice one from tumblr stating that this anemic post count blog turned 2 in May..yes I was that far behind in my personal email.
So as a bit of nostalgia I figured I’d finally explain the title of this thing. For anyone that’s actually viewed the real blog page, the title is “i almost got hit by a bus..and decided I should start a blog”.
Two years ago in May I was living in Prospect Park South, Brooklyn. After going to the deli I must have frequented every other day for the same mediocre turkey sandwich, I stood on the corner across from the park, going over my routine for the day very lost in my own head. My eyes unfocused on anything in front of me, I felt a strong wind against my face. I looked up to see a metal blur an inch in front of my nose. I guess I should be thankful I didn’t inherit my Grandfather’s schnoz, or I wouldn’t have one today or worse I wouldn’t be here, writing this mundane crap that people probably have stopped reading after the first few lines.
An MTA Bus going pretty fast veered to it’s right and jumped the curb I was standing on. What must have been a second, felt like minutes and I stood still frozen for those minutes. I didn’t jump back, I didn’t freak out, I didn’t have some sort of life flashing before my eyes thing. I just sat there watching this tremendous force pass an inch in front of me. So apparently this is what I do in the face of impeding doom, nothing, was it acceptance, apathy, giving up? I have no idea, but I thought hey I should write some of this stuff down, should make for an interesting story if nothing else.
