It Was Inevitable

It's something that is probably going to happen sooner or later to each of us here in New Orleans. The night is warm to the touch. There's a breeze caressing the Quarter. It's walking weather, so we're walking down the street, content, unaware of what's ahead.

Then it happens.

The foot catches in some crevice of the sidewalk, and we plummet.

I fell last night. Face first. I saw the concrete as it approached my face. I believe I cracked a rib. I bled all over the place. I may lose a tooth. A front tooth. Maybe two.

I look like such a dude.