almost every time I venture out onto the street, my suspicion that I will die, not honorably by the bullet of a government sniper, or languishing in prison for a made-up crime, but rather under the front wheel of a SUV driven by some stupid, distracted motorist, looking at a sexy girl on the sidewalk or even straight at me without seeing me, is congealed more in my mind.

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