"I got hit by the T today"
How it happened:
I am cruising down Comm Ave, heading East. I hang a left to cross the T tracks to get to work (at CFA). WHAM. I am on the ground, the wind is knocked out of me. As I write this, I recall that the T did blow its horn. The thing is so fucking earsplittingly loud it does nothing but confuse me. I look straight ahead (towards the other side of the tracks) to try and identify the source of the sound. Wrong! The T is to my left, and strikes my bike's front tire.
I go down, hard, on my back/right side. My backpack has holes in it from dragging on the ground. My laptop was inside, and is now ruined. My bike's front tire is bent and twisted. My right elbow and knuckles are scraped. My right hip didn't hurt nearly as much as it does now, post-adrenaline.
A woman who witnessed the whole scene rushed over to me, and although I was standing, laughing, feeling alright, she made me lie down and wait for an ambulance, which was probably a good idea. She was a nurse. I had been on my way to work, so at this point I texted my boss:
"I just got hit by a train so i am gonna be late"
The police arrived first, I gave them my ID, answered a few questions. I was conscious the whole time. I didn't get hit in the head. I knew what year it was and where I was. I felt fine.
The fire department arrived, they put a neck brace on me, and put me on a back board.
The ambulance arrived, they strapped me down some more, and then TAPED me down, and then loaded me in an ambulance.
All along I am laughing:
-at myself
-wishing I could have seen my own crash
-at cheating death
-at that punk pussy T that is lucky I didn't hit it for real
-because I didn't yet know my laptop was ruined
-because Morgan was on the T that hit me and I talked to him when he got off
In the ambulance, I talked to the paramedics. They checked me over. They informed me that I didn't have to go to the hospital if I didn't want to. I didn't want to. They cut me loose, I sat up again. I am claustrophobic and hated not being able to move being strapped down. I felt fine, so I told them I would like to just go home. They took my blood pressure (140/80, a little high, but... I just got hit by a train). I thanked them.
Outside of the ambulance I could see a crowd had gathered. There were about 10 cops, a firetruck, the ambulance, and a few dozen spectators. Traffic was stopped, my bad.
As I exited the ambulance I expected cheers from my fans, I got none. They seemed not to notice me exiting the ambulance and walking away, most of them probably hadn't seen the actual crash.
Since I was fine, the cops said they were done with me and I could go home. The T driver told me to wait for his supervisor to arrive. The cops told me I didn't have to, the T driver can't detain me. "Can't nobody detain me," I didn't say.
I grabbed my twisted bike and walked home, calling friends and loved ones on the way home to tell them what had happened to me. I talked loud so the people I walked passed could hear me, and I would become famous.
I arrived home, my neighbors had heard that I was dead. Ridiculous: I have at least six lives left.
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