There’s a special crack in the sidewalk between my dorm and the East portion of campus and today, I tripped over it. Hard.

Tripping is one of the most unnatural acts of life. I was moseying along with a tune in my mind—one of those half dancing, half walking walks where your body seems to focus more on coordinating your steps to Bill Wither’s “Just the Two of Us” rather than… actually walking. So there I was, Johnny Tambourine meandering along without even a fleeting thought of the ferocious cement death trap lying in wait ahead…

Before I knew it, the concrete lurched out at my right foot, throwing me entirely off my groove sending me in this pitiful futile struggle to prevent a pavement make-out session.

Obviously, I attempted to play it off in one of those, “Oh yeah, I totally meant to do that” sort of ways and obviously I totally failed.

But that’s life, sometimes you trip, sometimes you fall, sometimes you pick yourself back up, and sometimes before you know it you are being pounced on by a vicious cement embodiment of evil bent on serving you a fresh searing pan of rocky-asphalt-y goodness.

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