Rest in peace to my mothafucka anonymous bird.
It was a strange experience; I saw the bird fly in front of me, swoop down with grace, and either the world became slow motion or it was engulfed in the slipstream of the car. I watched it slowly flapping its wings and tumble out of control and then strike the nose of the car at a hundred miles an hour with a small thud.
Don't worry if you see God first; tell Him shit got worse.
Sorry I haven't published that article yet — I had to give Jon a ride in to the train station. Traffic was really heavy, and when I saw a young couple hitchhiking (in the opposite direction of the way I was driving) I assumed they'd be picked up momentarily. I told Jon that I always pick up hitchhikers and it shocks me that others don't.
Anyway, big surprise… When I left town they were still walking and no one had picked them up. It was kind of crowded in my little car but the guy's girlfriend fit no problem; they were a nice quiet couple that just needed a ride. I drove a little out of my way to get them where they needed, but hey, I was in a car and they were on their feet — any decent person would have done so in my opinion.
About three years ago after some dude got robbed by a hitchhiker it started getting really hard to get picked up around here; they might have had to walk all the way to town (about three hours). It's just really sad that decency and common courtesy so often lose out to fear.