By the side of the road

Today is tutoring day, which means I still haven't started riding the bus, as I have to leave straight from campus to get to Hancock Park (I may be mixing up neighborhood names here) in time to review multiplication, division, fractions, decimals, and other things of a matherly nature. Matherly. Will rethink that one.

However, as I was driving up Wilshire today, I noticed a fire truck. By the side of the road. With lights flashing.

Hmm, I thought. Wonder if there was a car accident.

I continued to drive, letting people merge over. As I glanced toward the sidewalk, I noticed this:
1. A crowd of people
2. A car stopped mid turn
3. A shaken girl, standing next to a man with his arm around her
4. Paramedics
5. A man lying in the street, blood coming from his mouth.

Wow. People joke about traffic and bad drivers in LA. Until you see someone not moving in the street. Then it really hits you - these car things? They're for real. This isn't the 6 o'clock news, this is 3 blocks from where you live.

I read Blink, not too long ago. One of the stories that really stuck with me is how sometimes you can catch alot from a glance. And how sometimes you can miss way too much. Maybe the guy didn't get hit. Maybe he was going to be ok. But still, very shaken.

So I'm going to Stitch and Bitch tonight, to hang out with people and get this off my mind. And to work on my new socks.