"naked and famous..." a construction crane crashed through his condo wall with a grating moan, ignoring the concrete and metal barrier. he was about to google "safe neighborhoods" when the 2 ton monster knocked on his door. it ripped through the wall before he could turn his head. that was it. had he lived, his insurance company would've put him up in a hotel while the wall was repaired, but because unforseen acts of God pushed the crane over, he would've had to pay most of it. the laptop computer he was on was still under warranty, so he might have suffered a few days w/o internet access. so overall, he would've survived. had he lived. the trees lose their leaves for the time being, and the air it's warmth. animated we are for now so keep moving. life leaps through us all and we hold on or dare to let go and hope more comes along. street musicians, bars stinking of sulphur and smoke. the vodka is talking, and unfortunately it's talking about how much she pays for her kids cafeteria lunch and how "Nick is such an asshole and that he thinks he pays for everything..." and it ain't just that- but the kid sitting across the aisle is crying his eyes out with every bump of the plane. It wasn't enough that we felt like we were about to crash, but now it sounds like we're gonna crash and i forgot to bring cash for booze. turbulance ain't so bad if you add peanuts and flat budweiser. throw a prayer or two in there. 3 hours into the drive, oh say about 10 cigarettes and a queezy fog from rum and soda the night before- some raspy blues music cracking my speakers to the beat...autopilot turned on. there goes the nuclear power plant, and then the navy base...my blinks were getting longer as my drive was getting shorter and a sudden black cloud of smoke crossed the screen, slowly slowly hovering peppered with brake lights. the blues singer spilled his guts and it took me away from the drive, glazed my eyes, and stopped time...tic toc tic toc- grew louder, the sound of rubber and cement ceased, the yellow lines slowed- 3 hours of sleep, 3rd hour of the drive, i was in a parallel universe. thinking about her voice and how she sings so, how she moves under moonlight, how she smokes and stares, and how i smoke and squirm...tic toc tic toc- grows louder, the blues singer fades- A spinning car emerged from the cloud, barelling across each lane, flipping into the slow lane and striking a car with tons of intent, metal, and glass. stopped with everyone else, turned the blues down, lit a cigarette, and slowly pulled away. it was time to go home. and so i set the cruise control at 55 mph and white knuckled it down the coast. it felt like i blinked twice the whole time, watching that car glide across my path, a violent dancer looking for a partner to share it's momentum.