this morning #1884.

this morning, i watched the whole thing play out right before my eyes but i was powerless to prevent it from happening. not sure i would’ve even if i could’ve. this totally jacked gym rat type came tramping down the street. angry face. chest puffed way out. air of arrogance. talking on the phone to someone. loudly ranting at them, really. some nonsense about “some chick.” “total bitch.” “nah, brah. i ditched her the second that she started asking a bunch of dumb questions.” as he approached me, he kept at it. consumed by negativity. mid-sentence, karma came quick as his sandal caught a piece of raised sidewalk concrete. top heavy. he tumbled down onto his face with a cold THWACK. somehow, i managed not to laugh.