Ya man, I lived in Clinton. Yep. I worked there, and like, breathed the air there! Man,... what a town! Like just think, man! A town, where no one ever, like ever dreams of committing crime man! Never!
Like man, every day after like high school, I used to walk down town (or up town depending who you are.) And man! I hated that like... intersection. Clinton Corners, like man! Yuck! I would like stand on a corner right?! And those transports! Big rigs! Like man o'man! They were mean! I mean like you'd cross, when the light was like green man, and they would slowly creep out and like in the corner of you're eye, like you would see them. Ya, see them man! I mean, freak city man. And me being alone would say to myself:
"Don't run me down man, just don't run me down."
They never , like never did though, it was just like man! The...thought... My small, meager body being slowly pulverized under the muddy cracked wheels supporting 1 TONNE of truck. My bones would be crushed instantly and my back would be covered in gravel imprints. How Horrid!
Every day! Like man! You know man, I'd watch those transports from the corners of my eyes. Right, Left, like Right, Left. But...like I never looked directly at those out-of-town truckers, man!
"Don't run me down man, just don't run me down."
I would say, cus if I looked at those...like those dirty, hairy, truckers, man! They would like run me down for sure! For sure man!
I always sensed this like, kind of uneasiness around big rigs man! I didn't know why. Until the day I found out.
I was like walking by myself, at night. The night air...like creeped man! The wind howled and all the black trees seemed to watch me walking like...cautiously home. Every time I saw headlights creeping up behind me, I said:
"Don't run me down man, just don't run me down."
Over and over I said this as the cars, like black, blue, red, white all caterpillared, ya! Caterpillared about! You know...like how a fuzzy caterpillar crawls. It's like what those cars were doing. All the drivers looked at me, man! Still, as I walked slowly and uneasily, I...I man, I heard a loud clunk. It didn't occur to me what it was until the headlights reflected above my head.
"That's like, no car!" I thought intelligently.
"That's a big rig!"
I continued walking with my shoulders hunched up.
"Don't run me down man, just don't run me down."
I panicked. I jumped onto the lawn to my right. The truck followed. I ran, like as fast as I could go man!
"Don't run me down man, just don't run me down!"
I ripped around corners furiously. The rig reached at least 100 clicks, man! I knew a short-cut to my house. But man! I had to cross the road and by then, the rig would have me for sure!
"Don't run me down man, just don't run me down!"
The air like completely filled with the sound of big rig horns. Repeatively. Over and over. Like, ear-shattering man! I risked it. I ran out on the road. My feet moved before I could react! My body moved too. Then, man, like, my feet hit a sewer or something. My body wasn't a convertible man, it had no brakes. Down, down, MAN! SMUCK!
My last words I uttered out were:
"Don't run me down man, just don't run me down!"
Somehow, as I was lying on the road I turned on my back. I slowly opened my eyes.
Man! I just saw the underside of a full, 2 train rig as it drove over me. What a feeling man! The rig had obviously missed me, and man, drove over me, right down the middle!
Now, whenever I see one of those rigs parked somewhere, I always stop, and like, lie underneath!
"Please run me down man, just PLEASE run me down!"
It's a Habit.
Rick Chaser
