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Living in Miami I cross a number of things that send my imagination running through several scenarios.

-Today, for example. I just got out of my final. I pulled out of the parking lot and decided to take a different route to get home. “Let’s try to avoid some traffic,” I sighed to myself, half knowing it would not work. 

-It didn’t. I was stuck in oddly loud traffic for at least ten minutes. I looked around to see what was causing all the commotion, where off the corner of my eye, I saw these kids (probably around 16) on their bikes. There were about six kids and two bikes. You do the math.

They were in the middle of the intersection swaying left and right, trying to balance the three bodies on each of the bikes.

My mind immediately painted a bloody scene of bodies on the asphalt with twisted blue metal all over the hood of a car.

I was startled when I saw another bike coming from the sidewalk to meet the other. “OH SHIT!” I gasped as Isaw the bike brake abruptly. The passenger on the handle bars shot forward into the middle of the street.

-Again my mind quickly assumed images of blood and guts all over the street.

“Dumb ass kids” i muttered. 

Thankfully the kids made it out of thier circus act alive. Still you have to admit: Only in Miami