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The sun was hanging low, and I knew the light changed, so I went, and suddenly noticed three cars were turning left in front of me. And there I was, twenty feet along the crosswalk, straddling my bike and waddling it backwards while waving everyone through apologetically.

I'm the asshole.

Don't try to tell me I'm not. Every single one of you that has driven me around more than three times has interrupted me in mid-sentence to let loose a string of profanities at someone similar.

I'm worried a bit more about the drivers' safety than my own. Right now, staying alive doesn't feel like much of a priority. What am I going to do, 60 more years of what I'm doing now?

(no subject)

The definitive derivative of Rock Paper Scissors: RPS25.

That won't fit on a keychain.