It was a one beer too many before it all kind of just burned

And so I was making my way into my car and I was just thinking about the myriad of ways that one could explain that something was utterly destroyed, 

when of course out of nowhere, 

this freak of a tree crashes into a building and demolishes it. 

Worse than than that guy that always goes bar jumping and then heads to his last stop,

not even knowing that it's his last stop.

This tree was that one train wreck from high school that everyone knew had home issues 

and probably could have benefitted from some quality therapy,

but would never get it because he didn't have the time 

and then ended up crashing his car into

a different tree than this one because he stopped sleeping.

Well, we might not all know of that one guy because

I'm betting that a lot more of us than we care to admit were that guy.  

Anyway, I think someone was already calling 911,

and it sounds really crappy, 

but I was kind of glad that it wasn't me. 

I mean, here I was watching this horrifying fire

not doing anything and that sounds terrible, 

but I think if I had tried to get help,

the conversation would start with the operator asking what the emergency was 

and I would start talking about the fact that

I have a perpetual fear of my teeth looking terrible because

whenever I would look at my father's smile I was constantly disgusted

but also how at the dentist last Tuesday I realized that it wasn't just because of his teeth. 

But none of that helps this terror in front of me, 

and neither do I with my seatbelt still fully fastened around my chest and 

my hesitant hands almost (but not really)

trying to release it from the forever-binding buckle.

I guess I'm not the best person to contact in these kinds of emergencies, 

but I've been told that when you have a really shitty Tuesday afternoon 

I can be of some help depending on how shitty it really was because 

after a while a shitty Tuesday afternoon metamorphasizes

into this massive obstruction of justice that I so happen to still be watching in fascination.

Some girls have "Grey's", and I have this hayfever of a circus act,

one disaster falling atop of another. 

Oh that reminds me, 

I have to make an appointment to talk about uncomfortable topics

that I don't even talk to myself about 

because apparently I'm supposed to not have taboo thoughts?

But I suppose the people in this burning tavern wish

that they still had appointments to make.

And after this brief pause of thought,

I realized that I hadn't blinked in eight minutes and I was tearing up.

So I shook all of this out through my ears, 

and I started up my car and hoped that someone else took the time to turn theirs off. 

-Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.