Monday, October 4, 2021

Postcard 207: Jaywalker


In college (USF) I was convinced I would die from getting hit by a car as a pedestrian.  I would be pulled out of their windshield or off the asphalt then I would languish in a hospital bed. Ventilated. I would eventually expire after a few weeks of agonizing those I love.  For all intents and purposes, I died on that road, not in that hospital room. This translated to a fear of Jaywalking. No crossing the street without a signal… or at least voicing my displeasure at having to do it when friends pulled me into the street unexpectedly. Now that I'm older other deaths seem more likely… more inevitable. Heart disease. Cancer. Violence. General stupidity. I find myself Jaywalking more often… in a misguided attempt to balance the scales.

Sent via postcrossing to Lovozero.  I found this card.  I had written it exactly 5 years ago.  I never addressed it to anyone.  This gentleman did not have many requests so.  Winner Winner.  

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