The tall, dark and handsome idiot came out of nowhere. I had a second or two to a good look at him before the accident occurred.
But seriously. He did. He was like a migraine. Nothing there one moment and then- poof! Random person in the way of my fortunately-not-speeding bike. Of course he got knocked down.

I want you to understand something, I generally don't go around hitting people with my motorcycle. Well, not every time. that one time with Steven was totally understandable, I was having a tough week. So hitting the fellow who probably had only one brain cell in that head of his was a bit of a new experience for me.

I got off the bike, knelt beside him to feel his pulse. Luckily for me, he was alive. It wasn't really a hit, more like a brushing.
"Hello sir?" "Can you hear me?"
The idiot just kept staring at me. Then he cracked a smile. And mumbled some nonsense.

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