The kind of kill we never want. (It's Friday the 13th and I need a hug.)

I banged my ankle against something, but otherwise okay.



I was trying to turn left across the road and the guy came flying down the middle lane to pass everyone so he could get to the next intersection. (I'm sure when you see people do this, you typically scream, "Look at that [expletive]!")



I have beer awaiting me. You all have a good night.

The kind of kill we never want. (It's Friday the 13th and I need a hug.)