Everything is Gonna Be Alright

I was having a rough day. Thinking, constantly thinking. My fault, her fault, her fault. All 3 of our faults. Fuck it. I ran for about 4 miles. It helped. Then I got done, and started thinking again.

I got in my truck, dragged my bag over the front seat and it hit my horn, and it went off loud. I started laughing. What a day. Everything is going to be alright I thought. I kept laughing. Then a huge meteorite crashed right into my truck and killed me. Shows what I know.

Poppers

When I was younger me and Clint through these poppers at cars driving by. They would pop when they hit the cars. One car stopped and followed me and Clint. At the time I thought the guy was crazy. But now I realize he was perfectly normal. He was sane for following us. Everything in his life was probably going to shit, his marriage, his job, and that popper hitting his car was probably the icing on the cake.

He had a breakdown probably. What’s crazy is, following us would change the rest of his life. He would go to bed that night, but not at his normal time. Everything would be off by a minute or seconds for the rest of his life.

In 10 years he might meet his future wife because of following us that day, or he might get killed in 10 years by a split second. He may not be killed by a split second because he followed us as well. We may have saved his life. Maybe he saved ours. Or maybe me and Clint will be killed someday due to that man following us.