WATCH THIS NEXT PERSON

There’s nothing stopping the next person that passes from killing you. They could also swipe your hat, or rummage through your pockets. If they stuck their foot out to trip you the police could never arrive in time to stop them. And what if they wanted that pastrami sub you’re so casually eating? In a flash it could become theirs. But watch this next person that passes. I bet they just pass, though they might toss a grin at you, or whatever scene is whirling around you. This happens four-thousand times a day. No guns pulled, or knives. No blind-sided hooks. Your sub is left intact. That’s lightning enough, isn’t it? Every time I wake up without gunshot wounds, or find my car still sitting where I left it, I’m moved just a little closer to everything.