Earth and I are not getting along, relentlessly.
On Saturday I was on my bike and I got hit by a car.
On Wednesday I was crossing the street and I got hit by a car, by a guy who'd stopped to let me cross the crosswalk, looked at me in the crosswalk, and then lurched forward into me and hit me. And then sat there smirking. I walked away.
On Thursday I called to find out if I got that apartment I was waiting to get for over a month because there are no affordable apartments in this town and I've been looking for six months now and time is running out and she said no, I didn't get it, my credit is bad. Except my credit is very good, perfect, actually, and she said maybe it's fraud and I said, why don't I bring my bank statements and other paperwork to show you, prove to you I am qualified to move into that apartment and she said no.
I went to the bank to ask about that and the lady was busy but said she'd be right with me and ten minutes later she walked out and then so did I.
Instead I went to the store to get something and the kid wouldn't let ME try it, he wouldn't let me touch it, only him, only he could use it because he was The Expert and only he could use it. It was a wallet. And so I walked out.
And so I walked out.
And so I walked out.
And so I walked away.
chapter 3.