Today I walked out of the apartment building to cross the street to my bus stop and there was a dead person on the sidewalk. I never expected to walk out to that on a Tuesday. Friday maybe, but never Tuesday.

There's something about dead people that freaks me out. Especially when it's pouring outside and the sun has just come up and there are police cars everywhere and there's a body where I'm supposed to be walking. It was covered, yes, but an arm and a couple of legs were peeking out.

Needless to say I took the long way around - away from the body, through the soggy grass - to the crosswalk, which I used like a good pedestrian. You see, this young woman got hit by a man on a motorcycle and died...shortly before seven this morning. I know this girl. She waits for the bus with me. If I had been working the early shift this morning, I would have seen the whole thing happen. I've been thanking God all day that I didn't work the early shift today.

I also never use the crosswalk when I go to the bus stop, which is where this lady was going. When she got hit it was dark and raining and she got hit by a motorcycle, which happens to only have one headlight as opposed to the standard two. I can't help but think it could have been me, with my nearsightedness and lack of depth perception. However, she had dark skin and wore dark clothing and I don't think there's any way anyone could miss my glowing skin, dark and rainy as it may be.

I had a rough morning. I shook for quite a while and I wasn't even able to read Harry Potter on the bus. That's pretty bad, my friends. Death is just too easy to get to, and I really don't like seeing it gotten to on my sidewalk. By a woman who lives in my apartment building and waits for the bus with me. Yech.

Don't get dead, guys. Just don't, K?