During a placid drive home--while most of the city was asleep in their beds--I happened to witness a man ride his bicycle into a tree. Consequently falling off and into the street. (No, I did not run over him.)

I stared back like it was all part of some big slo-mo tour and tried not to draw any real life analogies from it. Now I cannot resist and declare it prophecy for my many foot-in-mouth moments that were soon to follow.

It's hard to care now, reading my sister's comic books.