Amnesia.

I was in a motor scooter accident. Aside from the amnesia, I am fine. Some lady with a shaggy dog story cut me off. It was either I lay down the bike or go through a windshield. I chose the road. I would rather be hamburger than chipped beef.

I did not want to hear the lady’s story. She was holding her dog in her arms. I run red lights all the tim…