Floating

Suspended in mid-air, I remember falling. Falling forward as it was. The thing is, I had seen the cars headlights leaving the closing Chili's restaurant; I had actually thought about the chance of it being a drunk driver head the wrong way into my path down the one direction divided highway. When I hit the ground (over the handle bars, missing karanging my head by how? - tucking it in, I guess) I knew it was one of those "this is gonna hurt" moments in my life.





Kekoa; "Motorboat"


The resulting injuries (broken clavicle, fractured ribs front/back, road rash, and the late onset of fluid around my heart) was not the worst of it. I think the worst part was going over and over the fact of how close that was. It is funny how everytime I pass that area, I seem to remember floating in mid-air, right before the impact. I dont remember the hit; I do remember the pain, and almost blacking out. I remember riding the mo-ped the rest of the 8 miles home, trying to breathe; and not doing a very good job of that.

It was so close.

I wonder out loud what would be now, with the boys and Kiana, Maile; if things were not as fortunate?

It seems like when things get rotten in Denmark; that all that pain was nothing but an excercise in preperation for more pain.

Damn.

Tired.

Aloha.