it was raining and i didn't have an umbrella with me.
you were all wet as well-- your cotton candy pink hair stuck to your forehead like long spider legs.
why was it raining in december?
you pulled out a magazine from your bag and covered your head with it; took a deep breath and ran across the street shrieking.
you almost got hit by a compact car and you shrieked at it louder.
something about you just screamed stupidity and fun.
i will bring a big enough umbrella tomorrow.
don't die too soon.