Meditations in the Key of J

I JUST GOT HIT BY A GODDAMN CAR.

That motherless misbegotten bitch driver better hope that she finds a new route to work before I purchase my first firearm, because if she doesn't... she almost ran me over, and by the time I got myself and the saddlebag she sideswiped off of me out of traffic, she just fucking DROVE OFF without so much as a by-your-leave. She's bloody lucky I didn't have time to get her license number, but then, as we all know, God seems to take care of assholes.

This is the SECOND TIME with this shit, people. Ironically enough, the last time the car didn't even hit me, I just swerved so it wouldn't and wiped out-- which hurt a lot more than this time, since I'm not even scratched. I don't own a car for reasons almost as much moral as financial, but I'm starting to wonder if I should bite the bullet and start looking for a beater, 'cause I might not be as lucky if there's a third time. What I would not give to live in a city designed more for human beings than for those gas-guzzling death machines.

Lunch got smooshed, too. Ah well, certainly better the banana than me.