I see the same orange needle cap on my walk home from work every day resting against the curb the same bouncer standing outside the door wearing the same navy sportcoat I figured it was a little early for a Belcher to be standing outside a bar around six in the afternoon so what day after passing by and seeing him for weeks I asked if this is a bar and he said no it’s a start up past the gated construction area that makes me nervous because you have to cross out into the street and the only thing that separates you from traffic is a thin metal fence nobody walks the same pace so you’re always passing or getting pastPeople scala at each other here that used to smile where I’m from speech to text is a kind of art that messes up what you’re thinking in the most serendipitous Waze.

A great Dane sprinted right down the street at me it’s owner had already passed by and I hadn’t realized I fell for a second the fear of being chased down by stop in large animal and before I could react the big dog was passed me already if I were in the wild I would’ve died

Crossing the street talking to my phone like this if I were to be hit by a car I wonder if whoever would pick up the phone would laugh at the unfinished message