While I was trolling the streets for opinionated vagrants the hairs on my knuckles stood on end as the last person I expected to see turned the corner in her now accelerating automobile. I believe that I heard what sounded to be the -hole end of asshole being dopplered from my center to my left as she continued on her way. The red tail lights of the car disappeared as she made yet another turn. I began to doubt my suspicions and asked the old gentleman splayed out at my feet if he could remember a time when everything had a purpose.

I had a dream where at the moment I was aware of my surroundings I became paralyzed with the joy of my soon to be demise. I grasped for the nearest branch only to discover that it had been broken decades before. I fell for what seemed to be years before I hit the ground and realized that its soft comfort was embracing me, comforting me in the death that I longed for.