close calls. maybe.

approx. age 11: sitting on front porch with cousin lauren. white van. kept driving back and forth past her house. out in rural america. sunny, hot, pond swimmin, close proximity to west virginia. evaded by running upstairs and locking all doors and window and waiting with hearts beating hard.

approx. age 22: walking down 5th street with kim. can't remember color of car. perhaps red. was carrying subs n suds pizza. walking to party. passed us, then reversed. went around the block, passed us twice more before i pulled kim into the bushes to hide. ripped my favorite jeans. patched them with pink and brown and white plaid fabric from adelay.

age 23 almost 24: walking home drunk with kelly. man in green small car with high hair and glasses. passed, then reversed and pulled into street across from us. pulled back out and passed again. put car in reverse. "am i being irrational?" and both ran down alley and hit behind black or dark navy car. knee sinking into snow. crept back out, coast clear. then saw him cross friendship and spot us. ran home. i mean ran.