Decisions cause collisions

A sudden jerking Flinch
Hard turn on the steering wheel
A stomped loaf to the accelerator
He is thinking of turning
Across the oncoming traffic
My long held attitude
Of let’s wait and see
What will result of this?
Thinking without reacting
This shall end badly
Breaks and tyres
Screeches and cursing
Safety ends up resulting

Not dressed accordingly

I’d forgotten my I.D. I’d made it all the way to the train station before doing so then so a quick return was ultimately necessary. As I pelted past the small park on the corner near my block of units I drew everyone’s attention & a few hushed comments. None of them had ever seen a sight quite like this before I’d expect. A very tall thin man head to toe in emo symbolism furiously running up the path. My shoes had started to undo and were sliding off and slapping around producing substantial amounts of noise. It was also affecting my smooth running style making my gate look quite awkward bordering on special. I got inside and grabbed my stuff. I felt reassured that running back past them would be an easy way to put everyone’s mind to rest. To show I wasn’t just some weirdo and wasn’t running from danger or towards trouble. It was just a case of being completely inappropriately dressed for a short unexpected burst of jogging. I arrived back at the station just in time to see the train pull away from the platform. The decision was made that catching a taxi was fine by all. I sweated furiously all the way to the pub.

helsinki underground bar

Down by the wharves in old Helsinki town we venture out for a night of infectiously good times, heavy music and weighty scores of drink. Our first stumbling block. It was no longer metal club. The financial crisis forced alternative bars to retreat to the safe ground of generic. This pleases those who had come under mild protest ne end. 1/2 litre tumblers of hoegarden filled the tables. A bar made of nooks and crannies surrounded by a jumble of walls and pillars in dispersed with tables of all sizes. A staircase at either end of this maze. One lead up to the street. The other to the toilets. Both seems to be used for the same purposed judging by the smell. The stroll home highlighted by the pirate ship restaurant on one side and red brick church on the other perched high on the towns only hill.