Close Call

I love living in the center of town because of how close I am to all my haunts. For example, it only takes me 5 minutes to walk from my apartment to my gym. I take the same route every time.

Luckily, this happened 90 minutes before I would have been taking my familiar evening trek.



Otherwise, that would have been me under that building and not just a car that looks eerily like mine.

I guess the moral of this story is don't attach heavy scaffolding to the shell of dilapidated buildings with inadequate bracing. Or, maybe, don't park next to buildings under renovation? Or even, make life more interesting and vary your route sometimes!