“Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?”
– Walt Whitman
Well, I’ll tell you something, Walt Whitman. You probably shouldn’t speak to me after nearly running me down in your car that was speeding down the main road of our small village and then make the mistake of rolling down your car window to admonish me.
All fear left me. All inhibition left me. I was standing on the side of the road with my dog, a plastic bag full of poop (some of which I had accidentally gotten on my left thumb), and I was NOT HAPPY.
I shouted — Oh I did. The veins in the side of my neck popped out and most probably my eyes bulged a little too.
It was one of those times that felt really good but really bad all at once. But mostly really good.