Tuesday, February 19, 2002

Getting knocked off your bike in traffic makes you feel angry, terrified, fragile and powerful all at the same time. It also makes you shake like a mother-bitch. I'm still shaking almost too much to type. But I'm alive, physically unscathed, and many parents and teenagers outside the school I was in front of now know enough curse words to make DeeAy proud.

Excuse me while I shake.

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