Portugese Glass,
The wierd thing is is that they make their glass out of taco shells, so it was a tasty way to die, yes dies because taco shells break at shjarp angles, and I happened to be running in a hospital bed not really paying attentnion to what I was doing. The cool thing is where I got the hospital bed it's almost the best thing in the story.
I stole it from a homless guy while he was sleeping, but he woke up as I was trying to unstrap his bag of recyclable cans and he just gave me the bed. Why he wasn't sleeping in it was because he actually wanted to give it away to someone who wanted it and had the courage to come up and ask him. Yeah, this guy was pretty scary, one eye, and a hook for a hand. Well I started talking to this guy about life and what not and he said I should not care what happens it all happens for a reason, even though shit will piss you off or seem pointless because you may be just a part in making the incident a reason in someone elses life even if its across the globe.
This goes on for a while, so long it seems pointless even trying to desvribe that things happen for a reason because it contradicts its self, but not entirly, because the loop-holes, like religion assist humans in believing that it works, so it works, like the hypothesis that "if you try hard enough you'll get it." Because that is really simple; but it doesnt always happen, you could die in a car crash because the other person needs a lesson taght to them or because they are drunk because their emotions were casuing him enough trouble to risk his life and ignore everyone elses because human emotions really fuck with us, even if you want to believe in something, and are ok with it 100 percent of the time, they still hurt.
So then I ran into this poison frog, big enough to get in the way, so I asked him to move, and then he asked if i could stand still, and just think, and if I get stuck, try thinking of something else, try to philosophize on why I'm trying to get somewhere. And to notice my surroundings as a whole and not parts, and then as parts and not wholes, and as I was doing so, I got lost in my own thoughts and dreams, because I decided to lay on the bed and I fell asleep, so the frog got to move when he was ready and I never saw him again. Just like that, I'm influenced enoguh by something so small to lose myself to it.
But I did hear from the fox that watched from his perch on the grass beneath the green tree, so green that the grass looked...... but yeah the fox said that the frog licked me on my ankle as I was sleeping, and thats when I realized that I can love. Because I happen to still miss that frog,