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Monday, April 17, 2006
I flew my kite into oncoming traffic (my life at present).





I had always considered that my kite might get caught in a tree (a la charlie brown), but had never thought that it might get run over by a car.

That's what I get, I guess for flying it at night in front of the record store.

Hey, it was windy, it was a beautiful night, I thought, why not! Then about the time it was way above the street, way above the power lines, I realized what would happen were the wind to die down. And just then, it did. And my soaring tie-dyed kite swooped down and right into the passenger's door of a silver 4-runner.

Luckily, it was Mary driving by at just that moment.

Ordained weirdness.

Meant to be unusuality.

Posted at 07:33 pm by angryalchemist
 
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