it's kind of quiet — quiet chaos. it might be silent until the crash. i almost saw a crash but it didn't happen and i wasn't in it. i'm an observer. the street where mister lived has been a disaster for years, more than a dog's life. they throw asphalt on it like dead seed, it sticks to my wheels and sprays up in my face. some people i see their eyes and they see me and for this i feel blessed. others are oblivious, barely there, and they're walking their cell phones and driving automobiles.