There were suddenly more witnesses to my death than I would have liked. I was strolling home from work, crossing the street. I looked up and noticed the red light but felt like i could keep going and somehow as I stepped off the curb I forgot what I was doing. I noticed an approaching car, turned back, then turned to cross again ruminating over whether I should hit the reverse button on my ipod. It was a particularly monumental track that sweeps me up every time I listen. Then someone honked ...
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