Experience: Part Iii

in the near distance he heard the truck peel out and make its way down the same street that he had just sprinted down--- the headlights zoomed past him, and with that it was all over. he waited a while, possibly even ten minutes, and then slowly getting up, he walked in the direction of where he actually lived--- when he got inside his apartment he went straight to the sink in his bathroom. the sink, which had been as scummy as a single man’s usually is, when all they do is study, had been cleaned earlier that day in what one can only call a spontaneous moment of self-appreciation. it was white & sparkly, and the man threw his hands down on the sink, crouched over, trying to catch his breath & coughed out a huge splat of blood all over the white sink--- knowing that what had happened to him on the outside had screwed up his insides (as revealed by the coughing of a large quantity of blood), he followed this with calling the police. the police came, did their police thing... “who, what, where, when,” but with no why, and then called the ambulance. off to the emergency room, he went.