I don’t remember what time it was exactly, when I hit the sidewalk… the hot, uneven, concrete slab, sidewalk that hugged the little side street near the house I was staying at, in Santa Barbara, but I remember it hurt. “Fuck!” I yelled in mid air. I watched in slow motion as my belongings left my hands, my heavy reusable cup hitting the sidewalk before I did, Dr Pepper splashing everywhere, ice cubes bouncing into the street, my iPhone leaving my fingertips, skidding to a stop on a patch of grass and then…
When it was still under construction, I stepped on an asphalt chunk in front of Cerro Hotel and down I went. I was carrying an iced coffee which went everywhere. Remarkably, I didn’t get hurt and was able to get up OK. A woman came over from Linnaea’s to check on things and offered to buy me a replacement drink, which was incredibly kind. I had to decline, as I was on my way to catch a bus. Anyway, gravity is the worst.
When it was still under construction, I stepped on an asphalt chunk in front of Cerro Hotel and down I went. I was carrying an iced coffee which went everywhere. Remarkably, I didn’t get hurt and was able to get up OK. A woman came over from Linnaea’s to check on things and offered to buy me a replacement drink, which was incredibly kind. I had to decline, as I was on my way to catch a bus. Anyway, gravity is the worst.