So, I catch the bus across town to where my Aunt said she'd pick me up to go to my eye doctor appt. I am still blind on the left side and have 20/80 vision in my right. Enough to get on the bus and make my way to the convenience store /ATM, where my sweet Aunt will be. I used to work at said convenience store, which is a dive and used to frequent it frequently before it was a dive , so I am used to the area. Most convenience stores in this town have a collection of derelicts that congregate outside of them, they're out of their minds mostly, and talk to themselves at the tops of their lungs. I usually, try to speak with them, gather some mystical knowledge that the gods may be imparting to them and through them, or just be friendly, because they're friendly and highly amusing. Well,I was early I wasn't in the mood,and what if they're just posessed anyhow? Not my usual thought pattern, but maybe I just plain needed some lunch. .So when I approached the front of the store this time, I wasn't exactly surly, but more or less, half blind and distracted. I was approached immediately by a tall man, in a long grey overcoat, a striped scarf wound twice about his throat who could have BEEN Iggy Pop."Ya look quite cold today!" He said , at the top of his cigarette-addled lungs, as if he'd seen me cold every day for a year. I walked dubiously passed him, my hands digging deep in my jacket pockets, because hell yeah, I was just that cold and it really showed obviously. I turned back to say.."No, I'm really not." He had looked so off put that I had walked right passed to avoid conversation and whoomp. ****ing Van, backs into me. Right from my blind corner.They stop, and i can hear muddled excitement inside the vehicle. I curse loudly, much to show them that I bounced and was most likely okay and please don't get out and come and look at me as I'll probably clock one of ya. I made a large waving gesture as if to say, "Git, I'm fine, dammit." Iggy Pop had skeddadled when I was myself again enough to look about, the van drove slowly, shamefully out of the lot and I hobbled mechanically towards the ATM machine, half-blind, still-distracted, and slightly dented.Moral of this story? Always listen to Mr. Pop. A stooge can save your life.

OH MY GOD! Were you damaged? I hope you weren't damaged.

bloody hell woman! ..those convenience store trips can be deadly! oh and i've definitely met some of those 'collection of derelicts' before in my field of practice.. they are quite amusing, I agree. Anywho I hope your alright!

you definitely have angels...

may st.michael never take his hand from you ,you sound very strong ,now i know why you like lisa's music.

She can never be damaged...She be like fine wine or cognac...Just gets better with time! I know ya dont like the reference there...But that be my thought...And I would KILL those mofoers if they hurt our PEN! Lmao at ur Iggy ref's...To be a STooge or NOT

I hate that ur illness is catching up to you..Be well my friend <3 You is the shiz :P

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you're such an a$$ kisser.

Meg... no damage... xo

Lil.. aren't they funny? and sometimes really wise??

Syd, any reference from you is mucho welcome..ANY...

EP? Don't know ya yet, but thanks...for readin, and commenting..

Quinn? what the eff is your beef with me? Put up or shut it.I've never been anything but your friend, so I don't understand.I do know that I'm sick of the not so random hostility.

you bet. keep your guard up.

Man, what a story! And I didn't know you're still blind in one eye. You and Bree, you always just keep on, keepin' on with grace and humour.


Pen, I love you for speaking your truth, in anecdotes, art and otherwise, but will u consider paragraphs? Not bein' hostile at all, asking only with humility and respect.

Jeeze, woman.. when you said you'd come back with a story, i didn't think you were gonna get knocked down so you could write it!! :P

Glad you're okay. Otherwise we'd miss out on pieces like this...

xo

Ep. you betcha

PLYE.... I copy and paste, the paragraphs disappear and I'm usually too exhausted to fix...so, sorry...thanks, it means youre reading and that means a lot to me *hugs*


lol, Ches, you know,maybe I was looking for a story under the van you never know.. I'm a bad penny, always comes back... xo

oh man..im glad your okay..i'd hate to have to come all the way to MA & kick someones butt for running over my pennypickle..lol

Hey, workin' woman!! Is that what it takes to get a visit!? Coz I'll throw myself under a bus right now! HA! Git on that reindeer!!

Now don't be doing that I will come visit some day as long as you dont throw yourself under a bus..LMAO I like my Pendragon all in one piece.

LOL, THAT should be in my sloganizer, "Pendragon: One Piece."

YAY, Ducky will come and visit!!! \o/Break out the chocolate brussel sprouts!!! Haha, you think i wouldn't!! Or the maple broccoli...lolol